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I turn my head to the right and Mr Z, his representatives, and a handful of students are all staring at me. I curl my lip up at them in a sneer before stepping out from between Creed and Chester, then I turn and run outside.

There’s no point sticking around. They will be transported back to the morgue and cremated. Brennan was weak—he sent me a text message to let me know. He couldn’t even be man enough to face me.

None of them even looked sad. Each one just stood there staring at me, like they care about how I’m feeling. They don’t get to care; they need to just leave me alone.

Trace is my sore spot right now.

He was the one person I felt closest to in the whole world, even after everything was revealed, but I never imagined he could betray me like this. He was always my person, the one I could rely on. It just shows how wrong I could be.

I won’t let my walls slip this time because I know my strengths.

I will bide my time and make sure I’m in tune with myself again.

I need to do it for them.

Chapter Two

Jolie

While I promised Kai I would help take down Mr Z, it’s a promise I shouldn’t have made. After the funeral, they were gone, and it’s been nothing but radio silence.

The last few days, I’ve spent pulling myself together, making sure my head is right before school starts back. Honestly, I wasn’t going to bother until I realised I need to get into Olympia if I want to get to know my enemy. I need access to everything—his office, his labs, his training facilities, and I need his resources.

Looking in the mirror of my bathroom as I swipe on my lip gloss, I make sure my armour is up. I can’t slip. I need to keep everything on the inside. Until their deaths, I was quite good at it, but seeing them on the ground lifeless broke a part of me I don’t think can ever be repaired.

Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I’m met with an empty house completely void of life. No Brennan making my morningcoffee, no Petra cooking breakfast, no Laughn looking at me like I’m his next meal.

Snatching an apple from the fruit bowl and making my way to the garage, I flick on the light as I walk through the door. Boston’s blue Viper is parked in its designated spot, and by this time of morning it would normally be outside in the driveway. I swipe the key fob from the hook on the wall, pressing the unlock button. The car beeps and lights up.

A surge of adrenaline pools in my stomach and I smirk at the thought of him watching me drive his car from above or below—let’s face it, Boston was no saint while he was alive. Picturing the vein protruding in his neck as his face goes slightly red, I wait for the explosion, but it doesn’t come. Taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing it, I can’t let this get to me. I just have to make it through the day.

The garage door automatically opens as a car reverses, so as soon as I release my foot from the brake, the door starts to slide up.

Backing out slowly until I’m facing the gate, I then hit the gas and peel out of the driveway onto the street. I drive his car like I stole it, speeding and weaving in and out of lanes, all the way to Northwood Pines.

Rage simmers in my belly as I pull into the parking lot. They haven’t even been dead a month and people have already parked in their spots. I don’t know why this bothers me so much, but I fly up, parking Boston’s car directly in front of them, the tires screeching as I come to a stop. Everyone standing around their cars freezes, and kids gather above the massive shrubs where Laughn would sit and smoke every morning as he watched me walk into the school.

“Who the fuck parked their cars there?” I yell at the top of my lungs.

There is no sound but the wind rustling through the trees at the top of the carpark.

“No one? Their bodies are barely cold, and you think you can forget who ran this school? Move them now before I find a hockey stick and do some damage.” My threat rings out through the silence but still goes unanswered.

The stares continue even after I park the car and make my way up the stairs. I spot Jimmie, Sinclair, and Kai sitting around our usual table.

I storm over to them and look Kai dead in the eyes. “You need to leave,” I snap.

“Jolie,” Sinclair chastises. “His brother just died. You could be a little nicer.”

I open my mouth, then clamp it shut tightly. They don’t know the part Kai played in his brother’s death, but I won’t apologise for what I said.

“Hey, Cupcake.” My eyes widen as I turn and see Colt dressed in our school uniform. His once shaggy blonde hair is cut shorter, and the scruffy beard he used to sport is trimmed down. I raise a brow, but he just smiles with a shark-like grin. “Fancy seeing you here. Oh look, it’s the dick girl. Have you considered my offer yet?”

Sinclair goes beet red and hides her face behind her hands. I don’t bother sitting down, instead grabbing Colt by the arm and dragging him away from the table.

“Why are you here?” I whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear.

“Don’t know,” he says with a shrug. “Orders from the big man. My team is here and so is Team Rampage.”

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