Page 29 of Royal Havoc

My eyes dart to her, glaring across the cab as I slam the visor shut. “I don’t need to be warned. I’mpissedhe thinks he won. And he marked me again,” I spit, barely able to swallow my rage.

Her brows raise, eyes shooting wide. “He just choked you out in front of a crowd of strangers, andthat’swhy you’remad?” she questions, confusion lacing her words, staring out the windshield in disbelief.

Rolling my eyes hard. “No shit. Thanks for recapping the forgettable moment,” I grumble sarcastically. “Take me back,” I order harshly.

“Hell no. Vex and Gage are already pissed at me.”

Sighing loudly at her lame excuse. “Fine. Drop me off here. I’ll get an Uber,” I tell her distractedly, pulling the app up on my phone.

Out of nowhere, hysterical laughter fills the cab, capturing my full attention. She glances at my shocked face and erupts into another fit of laughter.

Now, I’m really pissed.

I wait impatiently while she catches her breath. “You can’t even get a decent cup of coffee in this town. You think an Uber’s going to magically appear?” she chuckles, biting her lip to keep from laughing again.

“Holy hell, no wonder Mom left this shit hole,” I mumble under my breath, staring out the passenger window, hating my ghostly gramps even more.

I have to concede due to my predicament because what other choice do I have? The stupid dizzy spell his choking induced lasted long enough for her to get me to her SUV. By the time we headed down the hill and cleared the gate I was fine. Meaning, I was forced to leave my Jeep at school for no reason.

Now, I’ll be stranded!

“If I were you. Maybe give Vex a day —”

“The fuck?” I squeak, noticing my throat’s a little sore. “I haven’t even attended a full day at that place yet. Which is going to have the donor bag crawling up my ass.” My head is already hurting from the thought of him trying to lecture me.

Her brows pull tight. “Why? It's not like anyone’s going to do anything. You could literally piss down the halls, and noone would challenge it,” she scoffs like I’m the idiot of this conversation.

She pulls into our cul-de-sac, stopping at the end of my driveway.

Turning to face her. “Why?” I ask, trying not to sound stupid and hating that I’m out of the loop.

Knowledge is key, and I have none. Which really pisses me off.

“Huh? Why what?”

I tilt my head, pursing my lips. “Seriously?”

She sighs loudly, staring at me, debating over something. Her eyes drop to my throat, brows dipping silently in thought. “You’ll figure it out soon enough.” My eyes instantly burn from the stretch as my jaw drops. “I’m not supposed to get involved. Resea —”

“Say it, and I swear to god I’m throwing my phone at your face,” I warn harshly, glaring across the cab at her shocked eyes.

She can shove this research nonsense up her ass!

Slipping from the passenger side without a word, I swallow my rage and storm up the driveway. Already thinking of an excuse to give Mr. Respect Me when I ask him to take me to pick up my Jeep. Let’s be honest; I don’t see him having much to say about PMS.

Maybe a little period-talk will save me from pointless lecturing.

Dropping my worthless book bag by the door because, at this rate, I’m going to end up flunking out of school. I’ll be lucky to get a job selling ice cream at the shack in town. Then, I’ll be stuck livinghere, watching the whore parade for the rest of my worthless life.

Although, I’ve not seen any signs of anyone doing the walk of shame…

My frenzied nerves set off layers of anxiety, wrapping me in madness. Anger knocks at my brain in time with my steps to the bathroom to find some Tylenol. After swallowing two, I pull a joint from its hiding spot. If this morning indicates how my day will go, I’ll need the blissful numbing to get back to a manageable head space.

Inhaling deeply, eyes roaming around the room, the same question I’ve yet to have answered weighing on me.

Who the hell bought all of this stuff?

Strolling from the bathroom, lost in thought, I make a mental note to call Nolan. I hope he’ll have some insight on the items that appeared from thin air, and information on my privacy rights.

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