Page 93 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Summer’s team is here?”

He just nods, and I covertly scan the courtyard, but there’s no sign of them yet.

“My guess is because you’ve had yourself locked up like a hermit for the last month. Then you had a mental breakdown at the funeral. Your ass is on watch. We all know Mr Z is your father, so maybe he actually loves someone besides himself.”

“Yeah, maybe... ” I trail off as Chelsea and her minions walk past, whispering to each other.

“Did you see the new teachers?”

“I don’t know if I should be turned on or scared.”

“What are you looking at?” Chelsea snaps at me.

“I don’t know, shit doesn’t come with name tags.” Colt snorts and I roll my eyes at myself.How old am I? Ten?

“Your friends are no longer here to protect you,” she taunts, causing her posse to snicker.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. They’re no longer here to protect you, bitch.”

I lunge for her, grabbing a handful of her red hair and pulling her down into a headlock as she squeals for me to let her go. “Mention them again and you’ll need a new nose job.”

“Jolie.”

I shudder at the tone in his voice and look up, locking eyes with Brennan as he comes to stand in front of me.

“Not a good time, Brennan. As you can see, I’m kinda busy,” I say, tightening my hold on Chelsea as a whimper leaves her lips.

“It’s Mr Myers, and you need to come with me.”

I freeze and my eyes widen as my brows hit my hairline.Mr Myers... seriously?

“Okay, Killer, let the girl go,” Colt adds with a smirk.

I release Chelsea, who straightens up and fixes her uniform, looking between Brennan and me.

“Jolie, let’s go.”

I flip Chelsea off and turn to follow Brennan. We walk in silence all the way to the administration building. He unlocks adoor and walks through it, expecting me to follow. I read the sign on the door as I walk into the room.

Brennan Myers

Guidance Officer

“It’s a shame that you’re wasting your intelligence on listening to spoiled children and their problems all day. I don’t have any problems, so I guess I can go.”

I turn to exit the room, but he stops me with a single command. “Sit.” His domineering tone just pisses me off more.

“Do I at least get a treat if you’re going to talk to me like I’m a dog?”

“Stop acting like a child,” he accuses as he walks behind me and shuts the door.

“Acting like a child? How am I supposed to act towards a murderer?” I watch for his reaction as he returns to the seat behind his new desk.

“It wasn’t that simple and you know it!” He takes his seat, holding out his hand to the one opposite the desk.

I shake my head vehemently, wanting out of here as quickly as possible.

“Do I? Because no matterwhatMr Z had wanted from me, Ineverwould have killed any of you.”

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