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How the fuck do they think I’m going to be able to keep my mouth shut?
Because, you idiot, something bad could happen, so you’ll do what you need to!My inner voice snarls at me.
I get up and head to the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet and pull out my antipsychotic pills the psychiatrist prescribed me. Well, when I first went. I didn’t go back after the second session. I open the bottle, staring into it at the pills.
Do you really want to get rid of us if someone is going after her?They snarl in my head.
Fuck! I drop the bottle in the sink, watching mesmerized as they bounce around in the bowl. I turn the cold tap on and watch them all swirl down the drain.
If they want to try and get to her, I’ll show them who the biggest monster here is. I march into the bedroom, grabbing my phone to check the time. Fuck! I’m gonna be late. I rush around the room, grabbing my stuff and throwing my creased uniform on before picking up the car keys, and I’m out the door in record time.
* * *
The driveto school was quick, because my foot was on the floor for the whole journey. My mind was terrorizing me on the way with thoughts of what could happen if I don’t stop this shit, I just hope I can trust my brother. My tires screech as I slam on the brakes, and a group of girls scream and jump back as my car slides. I jump out of the car, glaring at them as they throw daggers at me.
“You nearly hit us, fucker,” one of the cheerleaders spits at me.
“Well, if you weren’t standing so close to a spot, putting on makeup, your asses wouldn’t have nearly become roadkill,” I throw back with venom. “Just so you know, the Bratz doll look died years ago and, the guys I know y’all have fucked, have said they would rather put a bag over your head,” I say with a shrug, and they all gasp. The one that screamed at me looks to be a second away from her head popping off, she’s that red-faced.
I chuckle as I walk away, my mind working up ways to get on Sam’s good side. Fuck, how am I meant to do that? Even Brantley has said she doesn’t trust anyone and would rather be a loner. Which doesn’t make sense, because when I watch her around school, she seems such a people person. Everyone flocks to her, like she has her own gravitational pull.
“Whoa, you look out of it, what’s going on?” I look to my right to find Brantley at my side, in step with me.
“Some shit has been brought to my attention and it’s fucking with my head,” I say coming to a stop, turning to face him. “How the fuck am I going to get Sam to trust me?”
“Kylo, how bad is it?” he asks, worry lining his face. I know he adores her for her snark, and he looks forward to their smoking sessions together.
“Bad, but my brother and Bo are on it,” I mutter, looking out across the quad.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I raise my hand. “That’s all I can say for now, but as soon as I get the go ahead, you’ll know. That good with you?”
“I got your back, Kylo, no matter what, you know this,” he says, holding his fist out to me for a bump. I smirk at him, and we both turn our attention to the quad.
“The party tomorrow is the perfect chance for you to do some Sam patrol, especially since everything that went down at the last one,” he says with a chuckle, looking over to me. He laughs harder, and my brows are in my hairline.
“Why the fuck didn’t I think of that? Wait, hang on, what do you mean, what went down at the last one?” I growl, feeling stupid.
“How the hell don’t you know?” he cackles, “Ah, no, maybe because your asshole-ness has the psycho brawn, and I have the brains, Plus I hear everything and nobody wants to fill you in on shit because they’re terrified of you,” he says with a laugh, his hand hitting my shoulder as he loses his shit.
“Fuck you,” I smirk, shoving him hard. I burst out laughing as he stumbles back with wide eyes. “You gonna help me get the girl, or what?”
He has a smirk on his face as he walks backward, and I stalk forward, my eyes drilling into his as he continues to smile, like he knows something. I lift a brow and he winks, spinning on his heel and taking off like a track star. The motherfucker! I take off after him, my arms and legs pumping with everything they have to try and catch the bastard. Fucking hell, how the fuck is he so fast?
“Yeah, I know, right? I can’t believe they split up.” The words catch my attention and I stop, almost skidding across the floor as I pretend to catch my breath for an excuse to discretely listen ins.
“Honestly, girl, I know Sam’s a bitch, but no way does anyone deserve that,” the brunette one says with a look of pity on her face.
“Yeah, but Chels, that means Warrick’s a free man and I can make my move,” the blonde one squeals, jumping up and down.
“He fucked you then ignored you, Erica. Sam caught him fucking Carrie last night. You really think his slimy ass wouldn’t do the same thing to you?”
I’ve heard all I need to; I take off in the direction of her locker. I’m going to rip that bastard’s head off and castrate him.I wonder if she’d like his junk as a memento?Every group of people I pass on my search for her are all talking about the shit that went down last night. Dean-fucking-McIntosh was the one who told her where the bathroom was meant to be, and his mate Brandon Cole fucking laughed. But they thought she was going to get hysterical and cause a scene. From the fragments of conversations I caught on the way, she didn’t, instead, she handled it like the Queen she is. Pride swells in my chest for my Shadow because she showed these fuckers that nothing can break her firecracker spirit.
I weave my way through the students, when laughter catches my attention, and I spot her long black hair in the crowd. I’m frozen to the spot, watching as she throws her head back and laughs at something her friend Lux says. I see Brantley making a beeline for her, our eyes connect and the little shit smirks at me. I start walking again, my pace is slower this time. A couple of the guys I know say hey as I pass, I give them a nod but don’t bother with conversation, my eyes glued to the back of her head.
I have to catch my breath, the sight of the huge smile she gives Brantley has my dick getting hard. I mentally slap myself, readjusting myself as I get to them.
“So, you up for the masked party tonight?” he asks, putting his arm around her neck and pulling her into his side. I glare at him, and he smirks. “S’up, bro, you good?”
