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Maybe this is for the best, and I can finally move on from my feelings for him. Maybe even distancing myself from him. If hecan do this knowing what it would do to me and knowing my sister would brag and throw it in my face, then maybe he's not even a friend to begin with.
I sniffled again before opening my mother's bedroom door. She's lying in bed, cuddling my dad's housecoat, and I clear my throat.
"Momma?I was, uh, wondering if we could talk." She doesn't acknowledge me as usual, and I swallow hard, feeling unwanted. With what Zayne's just done, I feel like I have no one. "Momma? A boy in school, he, uh, he grabbed a hold of me on the way to art class..." I don't get to finish. Her eyes snap to mine, anger shining through them as well as disgust making me flinch.
"I've told you once; I won't tell you again. Art is no way of a future; drop the class or I’ll drop it for you, Star!"
Her eyes are so full of hate, just like my sisters, every time she looks at me. My tears fall again, and I quickly wipe them away and nod my head before leaving her room. Clearly, I can never speak to my mother about things again; why I keep trying, I don't know. She'll forget about this conversation, which is a good thing because, like hell, am I allowing her to drop my only passion! I'll run away before that happens.
I shut the door behind me before taking a deep breath. There's one person I know who will listen to me and help me out. I start to walk down the hallway again when my sister's door opens again. I ignore her, but it doesn't stop her from being nasty.
"Well, if it isn't the little murderer, Ditching School now, are we? Do yourself a favor, bitchface; stay away from Flame; he's mine now."
I continue to ignore her and go down the stairs and out the front door before starting the walk to the clubhouse. When I get there, the prospect lets me in, and I give him a smallsmile. A few brothers are on their bikes, so they must have a club run today. Good, that means Zayne will be going because he's the road captain, and a break from him seems like a good idea to me right now. I make it near the door when I hear Zayne shout, and I sigh.
"FIREFLY!"
He rushes over to me, his hickeys standing out. He goes to pick me up and swivel me around like he normally does, but I step back, making him frown. "Star? What's wrong? And why are you not in school?"
I snort and shake my head at him. "Seriously? You sleep with my sister, the person who has treated me poorly all my life when you knew I had feelings for you, and you stand there looking all confused, then question why I'm not in school like you have a right?"
He sighs and drops his head. "Look, Star, you are only sixteen, so you won't understand, but what I get up to with your sister is between me and her, and I think it's about time you got over your little crush, and if this helps, then great."
Son of a...
He swallows hard, seeing the coldness in my eyes, before I give him a fake smile and a peck on the cheek before I whisper, "All you had to do was tell it to me straight, but instead you turned into the biggest jackass going, who I no longer see as my best friend. I hope she gave you the Chlamydia she was diagnosed with yesterday; get lost Flame."
He flinches when I call him by his road name, which I never do unless he's upset me, and I wave to the other brothers before heading inside, completely ignoring him as he calls for me.
So much for him always having my back.
Sighing, I go into the clubhouse, ignoring the sweet butts who all look at me with raised brows, curiosity etching their features as I go past the bar, heading towards Dead Shots office. He's the Pres and was best friends with my dad and with Doc. I knock on his door before he says to enter, and I walk in.
He smiles wide at me, his blue eyes sparkling. "Starfish, shouldn't you be at school?"
I give him a small smile before getting my phone out; he looks at it confused before my shout comes over the phone, then Barney's chuckle. The more the recording goes on, the tenser Dead Shot becomes, his blue eyes getting darker, and once it's finished, he has to take several deep breaths before he can speak.
"This happened today."
I give a nod.
"You told your momma?"
I give him a shrug, and he nods, knowing she fobbed me off.
"And your sister?"
I swallowed again before getting the next recording up that I was smart enough to record when I heard her door open and her nasty voice come over the speakers. Dead Shot leans back in his chair, anger etching his features.
"Alright, I will go to school tomorrow and sort this out, and as for your sister..."
I butt in, "She doesn't matter; nothing really changed with her uncle; let's just leave it, please. Two years, and I can move out."
He sighs but nods. "Okay, but if I hear her saying this shit in person, don’t expect me to keep my mouth shut, sweetheart."
I give him a relieved smile before I get up and round his desk, giving him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I'll be in Daddy's room."
He gives me a small smile and nods before I leave his office. Everyone thinks he's gone; they think me staying in his room sometimes is unhealthy, but I've convinced Dead Shot I'm in there for peace from life, to sketch, when in reality I'm still looking for him. Again, ignoring everyone in the dull, brown common room, I head to my dad's room down the hallway. I unlock the door before heading inside, then lock it again. I go over to the desk before turning the computer on, then look at the board. Picture after picture of the Devil's now VP, Hairy, the man who was on the dirt bike. So far, I've found half of his family and all of the dirty deeds he's doing behind his club's back, including screwing with our club. I've left trails for Tank, Zayne's dad, over the last two years, but not giving the culprit away. No, I need him alive, and I know his club and ours would have his blood if they knew. He keeps disappearing to Illinois, which is roughly fourteen hours by car, then to Washington, so I have feelers out under a different name. I know he still has my father, and I will find him, then I'll end Hairy myself.
