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“I never gave thought to what it would be like once we were both back. I honestly thought I would have been shot on sight. And here we are, feelings that I denied myself, wrote off as how one would feel about a little sister and yet I was lying to myself.”
“You all need to stop beating yourself up over it. You were lied to; you had to go through the motions and figure out how you were feeling. I can only imagine how much that sucked. Chester told me how disgusted he felt.” Trace growls at the mention of Chester’s name.
“What’s the deal with you two?”
“There is no deal,” he snaps, sitting himself up. He makes it look so effortless and yet I have to roll onto my stomach and push myself up.
“Stop lying.”
He turns to face me, his jaw tense and I stare him down, waiting for him to tell me.
“I was jealous,” he whispers, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, catching my attention. “I was the closest to you. I tried to keep you safe and then he swoops in and without even warning you that his obsessions can be deadly. He's kept it buried for so long that I know after one taste he'll lose himself in you. It’ll release a monster that everyone would be wise to fear, including us.”
“He already told me, Trace. He isn’t as careless or irresponsible as you think he is.”
“And you’re just okay with that?” he asks, shaking his head back and forth like I’m crazy. The movement tosses his hair into his sweat soaked face. I lean across the meagre distance between us and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.
“I’m okay sharing the burden with him,” I whisper, placing my hand on his cheek. He leans into my hand and sighs. “No one should have to go through that alone. He knows his limitations and that’s for us to work out. I'll be honest with you just like I was with your brother.” I laugh at the thought. “Even though Davis wasn’t my biggest fan. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want to be tied to one person. I never knew why I felt that way, not until I knew who I was and now I’m fairly certain it was programmed into me somehow.”
“I get that, it’s just hard. I don’t know if I could watch you be with someone, at least someone other than us.”
“It’s been made extremely clear that’s not an option. I might be horny but I’m not stupid. Dead bodies are not something I want weighing my conscience down. I can sleep fine knowing that Creed would have gutted Martin alive, he deserved to meet his maker.”
Trace’s phone buzzes from inside his bag, breaking the little bubble we have ourselves in. He gets up to answer it when something catches my eye outside. A group of students are huddled near the door. They must not see me sitting on the floor so I make sure to keep myself hidden. Giggles echo through the few windows that are open letting in a cool breeze. I make my way across the floor–out of sight–and stand, creeping to the window with the sole intention to scare the shit out of them for spying on Trace.
“How hot is he?”
“Let me see?”
“Give it up Brandy, he'll never notice you. All of them only have eyes for her.”
“I can’t wait until she comes here so we can kick her ass just like Summer did.”
“Do you really think that’s wise? They’ll end you in a heartbeat.” That voice is familiar, but there’s no way it can be who I think it is. She has no clue about this place, or at least as far as I know she doesn’t.
“Laughn did nothing to Summer.”
“Because Jolie fucking asked him not to so pull your head in. We have jobs, a calling and you want to blow it by going after her.”
My eyes water, realising it is her. I pop my head up and her eyes lock with mine, hers widening at the sight of me. What I don’t expect is both of my best friends standing there looking back at me. My heart sinks and I shake my head. The other girls all flee as fast as they can. Jimmie and Sinclair both run inside and I back track, wanting to be as far away from them as possible. I turn and run towards Trace; his eyes go wide and he hangs up the phone. “We need to leave.”
“Jolie, wait! Please hear us out.” Sinclair says and I ignore her.
“We’re your friends,” Jimmie tries and I turn to face them.
“My friends,” I stammer. “You’re not my friends, you were sent to watch me. That’s fucking bullshit.”
“That’s not it, we…” I cut her off.
“Trace, let’s go,” I say, storming from the building. Trace follows behind while I rant and curse about how they could possibly have the nerve to call themselves my friends.
Trace doesn’t dare say anything. He drives in silence, occasionally glancing my way. “Did you know about this?” I ask, finally turning to him.
“Sort of, I suppose I didn’t think that much of it.”
“Sort of? Really Trace it’s a yes or no question.”
He sighs. “Fine but I’m not supposed to give information about other members. Jimmie is a computer technician, he was sent in to try and infiltrate the school systems. Mr. Z is taking over that school for his members. He has a few schools that he has been working on. Their systems were harder to get into and that made Mr Z curious, so Jimmie was made to stay, and he accidentally bumped into you. Sinclair was sent in to make sure Boston and the guys weren’t giving you a hard time. Once you started to get along with the guys Mr. Z was going to pull them, but Sinclair begged him to let her stay. I don’t know the exact details of what she did, you would have to ask her that.”
