Page 49 of Mayhem

Odin and Zeus were at my door, offering to drive me to school again. They tried to explain what happened, but I wasn’t ready to hear it.

It's been a week of low contact with them. They still try to talk to me. Not that I have responded. I have seen them close to me, always keeping a watchful eye. I haven’t had any more of my things stolen, and no more creepy notes or texts. I am starting to think that they were the weird stalker I have had, but it doesn’t make sense to me at the same time.

I can admit I still have feelings for them. They may all drive me insane in various ways. But they also make me feel things I never have.

Odin gives me this sense of freedom and craziness.

Zeus has a sense of calm.

Midas challenges me and lights this fire in me that was dormant for years.

Why do boys have to be so complicated? Why can’t I have all three of them?Because that would be wildly selfish and stupid.Things like that only happen in romance novels. Since I am not a character in one of those, I’ll dream about what can never be.

I’m walking down the hall to my next class. It’s my last class of the day with Mr. Labeau. It’s become a little awkward in his class after everything that has happened, but it’s only for the semester. It won't be long before I won’t be in his class every day.

I take my seat in the front row next to Evie. I place my books on the desk and gander around the class. Almost everyone is here, including the Kings. Odin winks at me, instantly making my cheek rosy. I never thought someone, let alone three guys, could make me feel this giddy.

I turn away from their all-consuming gazes and lock eyes with a couple of football players. I think their names are Kirk and Ryan.

One of them- I think Kirk- notices me looking and taps his buddy until they are both looking over. The first guy winks at me. He is your classic all-American pretty boy. Blonde hair cut short, and bright green eyes. His face is cute but not memorable. He could blend into a crowd as easily as he could stand out in it. I smile back at him.

His friend, Ryan, is the opposite of him. Dark brown hair, just long enough to run your fingers through it. Dark brown eyes. He has more of a rough-and-tumble kind of look. His eyes look over my body. He seems to like what he sees. He whispers something into his friends’ ear, both looking at me.

They both nodded their heads and got up from their desks. They only took five steps before I felt the hand grip my shoulder slightly too tight. I looked up to see Midas practically snarling at the approaching guys. Odin and Zeus stand behind him, giving Kirk and Ryan equally pissed-off looks.

Kirk and Ryan instantly stop and stare, unsure if they should continue towards me or head back to their seats. I rolled my eyes and tried to remove Midas’s hand from my shoulder, but he only dug his nails in harder. I tried to hide the wince of pain.

“Everyone to your seats. Now!” Mr. Labeau barked.

My head shot over to him. His eyes darted between the three guys around me, not looking happy that any of them were disrupting class. His eyes catch mine, and he looks deep into me. A chill ran across my skin.

Kirk and Ryan raise their hands in defeat and head back to their seats, not before Kirk winks at me. I should feel something, but I don’t. I have seen that move many times, and it always makes girls swoon, but I barely felt anything.

Midas stares down the teacher for a few seconds before releasing my shoulder and heading back to his seat. I look over my shoulder and see all three of them looking at me. They still look pissed, but there is something else there, something I don’t want to see in their eyes anymore.

I turn back to Mr. Labeau. His eyes darted between the two groups of guys, never looking at me. The bell thankfully rings to start class. Mr. LeBeau calls for a pop quiz. A collective groan echoes through the class. He hands out papers, instructing us we have thirty minutes to finish.

I try to answer everything, but when the timer loudly dings in the dead silent class, I am only about three-quarters of the way through.Shit.I mumble to myself. He collects the papers from everyone, coming to me last. My test is at the top of his pile while he sits at his desk. He quickly goes through, marking every test. The room stays dead silent.

It doesn’t take him long to finish grading the papers and handing them back out. I don’t even want to look down at mine. I already know I failed that test. I look over at Evie and see her face blank. She doesn’t look happy or sad, so I suppose she at least passed.

I look down at my paper and see my worst nightmare. I got forty-five percent. Internally, I groan. I at least thought I would have passed. Guess I need to spend more time studying than focusing on my disaster of a dating life.

I stuff my paper into my books as the bell rings. The Kings get up quickly and stop at the door. I can feel their menacing presence like a second skin. I ignore them and walk over to Kirk and Ryan. They both smile at me when I approach them. I grab the pen from Kirk’s hand and write my number on his test. I have never been so bold, but the Kings need to know that if they moved on, so have I.

I push past Midas and leave the class. They quickly follow me out but keep their distance. Evie catches up to me as we walk to my locker. The guys are all whispering to each other. They are wearing varying looks of anger, but I ignore them.

My phone dings. I don’t recognize the number, and thinking it's Kirk texting me, I open the message.

My jaw drops as I read the message. It’s not the same number that sent me the messages the other night. Only three people could have sent that message. I discreetly look over my shoulder, none of them on their phones. Then again, I have all their numbers saved on my phone- unless they have a burner phone. Now, I sound paranoid.

I look over my shoulder again, hoping to see one of them pull out a phone. All three are still locked in a heated discussion about whatever when my phone dings again in my hand.

I gasp while reading the message. I drop my phone onto the hallway floor and start to shake as I look around, trying to find whoever just messaged me. I feel a hand grasp my shoulder and turn me to face Zeus. His usual blank expression has turned dark and protective. He doesn’t say anything and bends over to grab my phone. I scramble to grab it from him before he can read the messages. I’m still not entirely convinced that one of them didn’t send the messages.

I take the phone from him, knowing he probably saw something. He continues his silence, but I can see the darkness swirl in his eyes. He must have seen the messages I had opened. I shake my head at him as subtly as I can. He gives me a quick nod before wrapping his arm around me. I jump out of his grasp and storm out of the school, leaving my stuff in my locker.

Zeus

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