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Epilogue Two
Canaan
That's it. That's all my brothers. They all found the girl perfect for them, and I'm left here being the third wheel... Well, actually, it's more like a seventeenth wheel or something, I guess. I sigh as I make my way down the hall of obnoxious teenagers. The girls wearing the skimpiest outfits just try to get the star quarterback to notice them. The guys puffing out their chests and preening like peacocks or just cocks as the girls walk by.
I roll my eyes, already wishing I would have skipped today. I shove a group of guys tossing a basketball back and forth in the middle of the hallway out of my way as I make my way toward the rejected lockers. I smile as I think of our spot. Everyone knows not to go near the lockers. They are full of graffiti that warns everyone off. We painted that sophomore year, and it might be a bit faded, but it still does the trick.
“Woah, what do we have here? Fresh meat… and you sure have a lot of meat on you, don't you, baby?” I hear Trey, one of the swim team fuckers, taunt. I roll my eyes.
“Stay behind me, Mercedes,” I hear a young boy say. What the hell is going on with the fuckers in this school?
“Mercedes?” the group of assholes snicker. “Like the car? I’d love to go for a ride.”
“Just leave us alone,” I hear the young boy cut in again. I make my way over to the hallway they are crowding into. I notice they have a young guy and a girl backed into the corner and are surrounding them.
“What the hell do you think you’re going to do about it, fresh meat?” Tray taunts.
“Touch my brother, and you’ll be getting your ass handed to you by me,” the girl says sternly. I see the determination and protectiveness on her face and my head jerks back. She has to be the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life.
“What the hell you gonna do? Sit on me?” Trey and his skidmarks snicker.
“Or I could just… cut in,” I say from behind the group, grabbing my switchblade out of my pocket and flipping it a few times in my hand. I smirk as I watch the guys slowly turn at my voice and pale at the sight of me and my knife. Yeah, these fuckers know who I am and know not to fuck with me. Not only am I a big fucker for only eighteen, I stand a six foot three inches, but mine and my brother's reputation are well known throughout not just this school but this town.
“L-look man, w-we were just having some fun.”
I cut off the fucker who looks ready to shit himself.
“Oh, it's just a bit of fun to pick on a kid who's trying to protect his sister?” I say.
“Hey, I was protecting his scrawny ass,” the plus-size queen says indignantly. I raise a brow at her and smile when her brother speaks up.
“Mercedes, the dude has a knife. Just chill with the hot-headedness for right now,” the kid warns his sister. He will find out soon enough that I would never hurt either of them. Especially my gothic pixie. From their features and the mumbles in Spanish have me guessing they are Latino. Oh, she's going to be a spicy one, huh? Good thing I can take the heat.
“How about you little boys run along now? I’d hate to throw you off the gym roof, it's much less fun than those diving boards you all fancy.”
At my threat, they all scurry along down the hall like the hounds of hell are nipping at their heels.
“Thank you for helping us,” the young boy says, looking at me nervously. I close my knife and stick it back in my pocket.
“I was totally handling that. I was seconds away from handing them their balls,” she says, huffing like I ruined all her fun. I want to laugh, but instead, I smirk at her.
“No offense, my feisty little pixie… But the only balls I want you handling are mine.”
I don't see it coming. She sways her hips as she walks toward me, and I'm leaning in closer to her, wanting, no… needing to be closer to her. As she passes me, she gives me a saucy little smile before, so quickly that I completely miss it, she junk slaps me. I bend over from the sting, and she leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Your wish, my command.” Then she’s walking away.
Yup, the last man standing just fell… hard.
