Page 11 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

My words cut off and everything happens so fast. A large hand with green tattoos wraps around my neck, and I swear my feet lift from the ground before I’m slammed on the bonnet. A loud crack ripples through me, and I’m sure his car will have a large dent the size of my body.

“You crazy fucking bitch!” Laughn roars, his body pinning mine down.

Sweat lines my brow. The smile is still on my lips.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I whisper through the pressure on my throat, as we are joined by the others.

Laughn’s body rests between my legs, his erection pressed hard against me. “I can’t wait for the next show.”

Wait... what? Seriously?! This guy likes my crazy. I was hoping he would be mad. I should have saved the car beat down for Boston, but I already know one of his weaknesses. Wouldhaving to screw Laughn be such a bad thing? I wouldn’t exactly say it would be a punishment—he is somewhat growing on me.

His mouth smashes down on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth. Boston curses, causing me to open my eyes while I kiss Laughn back. Boston’s hands are balled into fists, and if he clenches his jaw together any harder, his teeth might crack.

“Okay, lover boy, stop mauling the girl.”

Laughn is pulled away from me, while I’m left panting from the explosive kiss. Hot damn, that boy has skills.

“Fuck off, Marlow, you’re just jealous.”

Ah, so Marlow is the one who gave me his shirt. I straighten myself up and slip from the hood.

“What a way to start my first day. Thanks, Laughn.” I wink at him, picking up my backpack and the hockey stick. The poor boy is still standing on the sidelines, waiting for it back.

“Anytime, baby,” he calls out.

I hand the stick to the boy with a thanks, who grabs it and scurries away. I don’t look back, but I know I have five sets of eyes boring into my back.

Following the signs on the buildings, I head towards administration. Heads turn as I walk past and kids stare. I’m sure they’re not used to my kind here.

“Is it true?” a random boy asks, stopping me from my mission to find the office.

“Is what true?”

“That you smashed the shit out of Laughn’s car?” His eyes are wide in anticipation of my answer. The kid seems younger than me; he is scrawny with no muscle tone, and his hair is all over the place. He looks like a hot mess.

“Sure is. Maybe the prick will keep his hands to himself.” I can’t help my eyeroll.

The boy laughs. “Doubt it. Those guys rule this school. It seems you might have sealed your fate by taking them on.”

“Is that so? Lucky for me, I have nothing to lose and plenty of time on my hands.”

“I love you. I swear no one has ever stood up to them before. My name is James, but you can call me Jimmie.”

I decide I like this kid.

“Nice to meet you, Jimmie. I’m Jolie. How about showing me to the office and filling me in on what’s what at Northwood?”

He agrees to show me the way while he fills me in on the guys. They rule the school, blah blah blah. Even poor schools have that one group of kids who think they are better than everyone else. He tells me what girls to avoid, but I forget their names as soon as he finishes talking about them. Something tells me they will seek me out as soon as they realise I’m associated with Boston.

Jimmie holds the door open, and I walk through. A lady, maybe in her early-twenties, looks me up and down from behind the desk. A disdainful grimace is how I’m welcomed.

“Hey, Betty. This is Jolie. She is new,” Jimmie says, stepping out from behind me.

“Oh, Jimmie, I didn’t see you there.” Her smile for him is genuine. “Right, Jolie, I have your timetable here and a map in case you get lost.” Not once does she look at me while she is speaking.

“Thanks Betty. I better show Jolie to her form room before we’re late.”

We leave and Jimmie asks to see my timetable. I hand it to him, and he shows me the way.

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