Page 22 of Fighting the Odds

She better hope she didn’t look at the drive. I don’t know what my dad has on it, or even why he has it, but I fully intend to find out.

Not only did Savannah not show up, but while I should be living off the high of finally getting rid of Sierra’s skank ass, I had to watch the Stevenson brothers sulk around like scolded puppies. Then, sometime before lunch, they disappeared from school. Colt didn’t answer any of my messages or calls.

I just don’t get it. Dad had Mom, the best woman in the world, and he threw it all away to fuck an underage girl. How Sierra could do that, I’ll never know. She really played me. I was in love with her, ready to bare my soul to her, and she crushed it. She set my dad on a path of unfaithfulness. Now I just need to get rid of this fucking stripper. The damn manager hasn’t called me back yet and I’m getting frustrated.

Blowing out a deep breath, I swing my arms in the air, trying to rid my body of the pent up energy. Once I’ve calmed down some, I pick up my backpack off the floor and head downstairs. I need to get to school and Savannah better be there with the drive.

I head to the front door, not worried about breakfast. As soon as I step outside, the heat hits me like a brick wall, taking my breath away. The lake sounds pretty damn good right now.

Dad’s out of town this weekend, so it means a party at my house. Hopefully Colt will have his head out of his ass so he can be my wingman. I’ve given up on his brothers. They’ve lost their soul to a succubus named Sierra. She’s sucked every ounce of manhood out of them and replaced it with a pussy.

The drive to school passes by in a blur. Plans of how to ruin the fucking stripper race through my mind like Usain Bolt going for gold in the Olympics. I pull up into my spot and see Savannah. She’s leaning against her cherry red BMW, compact in hand, applying lipstick. Her cronies surround her, always trying to earn her approval. No bitch at this school wants Savannah Michaels on their bad side. It would be social suicide.

She’s wearing a skintight tank top with her breasts spilling out and the shortest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. Her coppery tan legs go on for days. One thing Savannah definitely has is nice legs. Anyone else wearing what she is would be sent home without a second thought, but not her. Wonder whose dick she’s sucking? Hmm, maybe she’s licking some pussy too.

Taking a breath, I turn off the engine, then grab my bookbag from the passenger seat and get out. Savannah slides her compact into her bag and pushes off her car. She sashays over to me, adding some extra swing in her hips. I roll my eyes. She is way too over the top, it’s disgusting.

She reaches into her pocket, then holds out her hand to me, a small drive held between her fingers. “Just like I promised. Maybe we can both watch it tonight so I can see what has you so worked up about it?” She bats her eyes and licks her lips.

“It’s none of your business.” I snatch the drive from her fingers and slip it into my pocket before heading inside the school building. I’ve just rounded the corner of the hallway my locker’s in when I see them, Colt, Braxton and Zander, huddled at their lockers, heads close together, deep in conversation.

“Well, look who it is. Where did the three of you disappear to yesterday? Did you get my messages, Colt?” I stop beside them, giving each of them a once over.

“Yeah, we had a family emergency and had to go home. It's why I couldn’t message you back.” He looks at the other two and it doesn’t escape my notice that he won’t look me in the eye.

“Cool, let’s hang out later today. We can finally celebrate the skank being gone,” I brag, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up, Wes. Sierra’s not a skank. She’s a good person who you and everyone else at this school have treated like trash.” Braxton steps forward, getting in my face.

Well, would you look at that? Maybe there’s still some testosterone running through his veins.

“Funny you knew who I was talking about without even saying her name.”He lunges forward as I laugh. But before he can do something stupid, Zander grabs his shoulders, holding him back.

“Come on, man, now isn’t the time or place. Let’s go,” Zander whispers.

“Yeah, you’re right. He’s not fucking worth it.” Braxton pulls free from his hold and turns, slamming his locker door before taking off down the hall with Zander right behind him.

“Your brother’s lucky I’m in a good mood today or I would’ve fucked him up. No one talks to me like that,” I growl.

Zander and Braxton stop and turn back around. “Colt, you coming or not?” Zander yells.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there!” he yells back. “I need to go. Sorry about that, we’ve had a lot going on, and well, it’s been a little crazy. But I do want to talk to you about Sierra and why you treat her the way you do.”

“Why does it fucking matter how I treat her?” He has some fucking nerve to question my motives. If he only knew what the slut did, he’d feel the same way.

He turns and jogs down the hallway, catching up to his brothers. What the fuck? I thought Colt was the cool one. Guess I was wrong. Seems Sierra’s pussy has the power to turn anyone with a Y chromosome into a fucking idiot. Thank god I’m unaffected by her charms.

Nothing is going to ruin my mood today. I’ve rid the school of the bitch and I’ve got the flash drive back. My curiosity is killing me, but there’s no time to watch it now. I’ll have to do it later. The number one thing on my list to do today is contact the manager again from Tiger Tails. I need to find out everything I can about Lilac.

Opening my locker, I take out my English book and head down the hallway to my class.

Today is going to be a good day.

Chapter 12

Zander

Sitting in class isn’t where I want to be. Dad stayed home today to help Sam settle in. She was a wreck last night. I remember vividly how scary it was the first night with a new foster family. Thankfully, she’d met us before, so she was at least familiar with us. It still hurt to see her like that. I never want anyone to feel that way.

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