Page 10 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Chapter Four

Jolie

No one was home when I arrived back from my shopping trip. Also, Brennan forgot to mention that he had a sweet ride. Why he drives that stupid old sedan instead makes no sense. I won’t complain about being able to drive this car though—he can have the sedan.

The rest of the weekend went by uneventfully, and I even managed to stay off Boston’s radar. Mostly because I locked myself in my room, only leaving for food when the coast was clear. Though I was half expecting him to inspect my clothes the second I walked through the door after my shopping trip.

This morning I made sure I woke up on time—or more so, Brennan called to make sure I was up. He gave me a positivity speech and wished me luck for my first day at Northwood Pines High School.

The uniform is fairly fancy: a short black-and-green tartan skirt that cuts off above the knee with a thin black belt, a whiteblouse, and a vest that buttons up to just below the bust, along with a tie. The outfit is finished off with sheer white knee-high socks and black chunky heels. As far as school uniforms go, this one is cute. There is also a blazer for winter days, but we are a few weeks away from any cool weather.

After applying the last layer of mascara, I pack the matching school bag with my MacBook, phone, a new purse I found yesterday, and Brennan’s car keys. Finally ready, I make my way down the stairs to where the smell of bacon fills the house.

A small, round woman, who I presume is Petra, is in the kitchen cooking food, while five familiar guys sit at the breakfast bar. I have avoided the kitchen, and most of the house, to evade Boston. Usually I love stirring trouble, but I’ve met my match with him and need to up my game to get any kind of reaction.

“Hey, baby,” Laughn greets, eyeing me in my uniform.

I flip him off and introduce myself to the woman, who confirms she is Petra as she hands me a plate of food. Petra doesn’t bat an eyelid at the interaction between Laughn and me; she seems like a quiet woman.

I take a seat next to Laughn. Better the devil I know than the ones I don’t, and I’m yet to find out the names of the other guys. I should have asked Brennan, but it never really crossed my mind until now. Laughn’s hand rests on my knee when I take my seat and my core clenches. My damn body is a traitor to the sensation of human touch.

“Remove your hand or else.”

He snickers, while moving his hand higher.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” My tone is low enough for only us to hear.

His long fingers tickle my pussy through my underwear. He’s gone too far, and I slap him away, his hand falling to his side.

I have tried to reel in my crazy so far, as Brennan has done me a solid. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but guys likethese need to know who is boss, and I did see five expensive-looking cars lined up in the driveway this morning. In this moment, I remember the episode ofCheaterswhere a guy loved his car so much his woman smashed it with a baseball bat when she found him cheating. Perfect.

The guys all leave well before I finish eating. I take my time, then help Petra tidy up. She insists she can do it, but she isn’tmymaid and was nice enough to make me breakfast. When enough time passes, I make my way to school, needing to follow the directions on my phone’s navigation app. This place is something else.

The high school is on the border of Northwood Pines and Ellwood; anyone with an average wage could never afford to enrol here. The houses and the cars are all stupid expensive and I feel like a fish out of water pulling into the student parking. I roll my eyes. Never have I attended a school with its own student parking.

Taking a spot at the furthest end of the lot, I easily locate the guys’ cars from there. Lined up side by side, they’re all the same, just painted different colours.

The school and the parking lot are separated by shrubs over ten feet tall, and that is on top of a retaining wall. My plan is complete when I spy Laughn standing against the fence at the top of the shrubs, smoking a cigarette, and all the others look to be there too. I was going to save the show for after school, but this way they can stew on it all day. As luck would have it, a poor kid is walking past with a hockey stick. My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

“Hey!” the kid snaps when I take the stick straight from his hands.

“Sorry, I’ll give it right back.” I skip gleefully to the cars, whistling.

Boston is the first to see me.

“Laughn, baby, which one is yours?” I point the stick to the cars.

All five guys hang over the side of the fence, looking down at me. While I am raising the stick towards the blue car, someone yells, “The green one!”

“This yours?” I ask, stepping towards the green car.

He looks at me, his cigarette hanging from his lips.

“This is for holding me down.” My first swing takes out a side mirror, and I don’t bother looking back. “And this,” I yell, “is for touching me without my permission.”

I strike, taking out one of the front headlights. Someone screams in a high-pitched girly way. I look over my shoulder and the guys have vanished, all except Laughn. He is scaling the shrubs and I have about twenty seconds before he hits the bottom—if I’m lucky.

I swing at the other headlight. “If any of you other assholes want to try me, bring it o?—”

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