Page 12 of Shadow and Skulls

“Okay.”

She hops up and offers me her tiny little hand. I let her pull me to my feet. Charlotte is the sweetest little girl I’ve ever met. As I’m splashing water on my face, hoping it will ease the puffinessof my swollen, red eyes, I see her set something on the sink beside me.

“Wear this and make a wish,” she says quickly. “I’ve got to go. I hope you feel better soon.”

“Wait!” I holler after her, not wanting to take the special trinket from her. She rushes out before I can stop her.

I shake water from my hands, grabbing a handful of paper towels to dry my face.

Quickly, I brush the chain into my palm, securing it around my neck as I rush out of the bathroom. I slide around the corner to grab something out of my locker before I can get out of the building.

“You can’t be in here!” Principal Fowley yells.

I skid to a stop, my gaze crashing with green eyes that are ablaze with fury. He doesn’t look away from me as he calmly pulls his knife from his pocket and flips it open.

“Oh my god!” the principal screams.

The pop of the first condom echoes through the hall.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out.

I don’t know why, but with the next pop, I run.

When I get to my car, I notice several bikers surrounding Jason’s vehicle. One of them dumps out a trash bag over the hood.What the hell are those?

I should go, but I want to see what they’re doing. I don’t recognize any of the men, but they all have Skull jackets on. Within minutes they’ve covered Jason’s shiny black car with dildos in every color of the rainbow, all standing proudly at attention.

My hand flies to my mouth to stifle my laughter.

The passenger door of my ride opens, and in slides a fuming beast of a man. Instantly, the air leaves my lungs. Being in his presence again makes my pulse quicken. His gaze tracks my tongue as I run it over my top lip.

“Drive.”

Blinking slowly at him, I begin to shake my head. He reaches over, wrapping his big hand over mine as it rests on the gear shift. Not breaking eye contact, he shifts the car into reverse.

“Drive,” he says again.

Oh, oh maybe he’s in trouble for having a knife in the school!

I gun out of the parking spot, speeding past the men who are now getting on their bikes. They salute my passenger as we fly by.

“Slow down.”

I instantly take my foot off the gas at his command. “But … do you think Principal Fowley called the police?”

He chuckles, resting back into his seat. “Not a chance. Did you know that she used to be a stripper?”

My mouth falls open.

“Yep. I mean, I don’t blame the lady. It put her through college.”

“Do you know her?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know that?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

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