Page 26 of The Goddess is Angry
“West is my ride or die and Church is my stalker.”
“That’s never going to be me, but I can be civil. Iwillgive you a hard time about stupid shit that doesn’t matter and you can call me an asshole.”
“I can accept that. I need someone who calls me on my shit that isn’t my twin or Mags. But you’re coming to dinner with my family and if you try to hide, I know three gods who can find you and poof you there. And I’ll twist your arm. You played dodgeball with my brother. I grew up brawling with him. Don’t make me fuck up your hands. It would be a crime if you had to stop playing the violin and we need you on goalie if we going to win dodgeball games. You’re coming to dinner,” George said, leaving my door.
So, she was also bossy as fuck. I felt better. I finally told her the truth, and I finally felt a little more comfortable with all the witches around campus. I actually liked George, and I liked the people she kept around her. It was great having friends here and they could help me get answers about my parents and stop a murderer.
And now that I’d made my peace with her, my writer’s block had finally lifted. I knewexactlyhow to finish my piece.
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Ifelt better after talking to Drake. He was definitely awful to me, but I understood him now. Drake would have been a different person if his parents hadn’t been murdered. His reaction to me wouldn’t have been so extreme if he had grown up around witches. His first experience with them was coming to the Academy of the Profane.
I could have made him grovel, but why? He wasn’t as rude to me as Kaylee and her crew were and we needed to be on the same page because there was a murderer out there. Drake needed closure, too. And I had a feeling fate threw us together because the answers to both questions were either the same or closely related.
And if Drake was going to be civilized, so could I. Drake didn’t just need to find out about his parents. I wasn’t even a witch, but Drake needed friends in this realm and to see not all witches wanted to murder him. Which meant I needed to introduce him to Bell women who were actually witches.
But I was still a hot mess. IknewI was good at dodgeball. I played a good game. But it had been almost a week and Zion hadn’t posted the team roster yet. If we asked him about it in magical combat, he’d rant about my generation and message boards.
Azren said they showed Zion how to make an account and post it, but he kept forgetting his password and locking his account out. By the time it unlocked, he had forgotten how to use the message board. Azren offered to post the list, but bear shifters were themoststubborn of all supernatural races and he wasgoingto make this work.
Even though we were all hot messes and hitting refresh on the message board.
West wasn’t even a student here, and he was hitting refresh. We were at lunch and we were supposed to have dinner at my parents’ tonight. Ren was doom scrolling on his phone while everyone was finishing up. Ren had given me a single earring he stole this morning. He did that a lot. Sometimes, he stole the matching earring later, but I had a ton of mismatched jewelry his klepto fox had stolen for me.
“Dodgeball team is posted,” Ren yelled for the entire dining hall to hear.
Mags snatched her phone up.
“I’ll have you know that they were waiting to post the cheerleading team in solidarity with the dodgeball team. It’s about fucking time.”
“IknowMatilda made it,” Mina said.
Mina had it bad for my sister and I loved everything about it. Mina was good for her.
“Damn. I was hoping Belladonna Mortem didn’t make it, but she’s annoyingly good at cheerleading and, apparently, my co-captain,” Matilda moaned.
“She’s terrible. If you need me to fuck with her, we can be besties,” Church said, patting my sister’s hand.
“I can’t look. Someone tell me if I made it.”
“You made it,” Drake said. “You’re team witch. Your brother is the team captain. Dexter, Oscar, and I made it, too. You can look now and see who’s on the team.”
“Thanks. You don’t suck today.”
“It’s still early, witch.”
I stuck my tongue out at Drake. Now that we made our peace, he was pretty funny. Our relationship was growing into one where we poked at each other, but didn’t mean it. Also, earlier this week, Drake gave us a concert while Oscar had his hands on his violin. I could tell Oscar could feel the music because a tear ran down his cheek as Drake played because Drake was that good.
Drake was good people. He just needed to get over some shit.
I looked over at my brother and several people who had tried out with us were standing around his table. Before we could get up to join, Belladonna Mortem came over to our table.
It was a pity she was such vampire supremacist bitch because she was almost grotesquely gorgeous. She was so perfect, you either stared too much or it was hard to look at her. Vampires were naturally beautiful since they were predators, but Belladonna had naturally-white blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, and that supernatural glow that parasitic races had when they were well fed.
I wasn’t going to do a damned thing to her because she’d only shoulder checked me once and told me I wasn’t good enough for Church, but a big-ass zit on that perfect face would make me feel better. If she escalated, I would.
I felt bad for Belladonna if she tried to start shit with Matilda. My sister didn’t need a god for a dad and a twin. She woulddestroyBelladonna Mortem. She had Mags, Mina, and Church all willing to do her bidding. Matilda didn’t do minions. She had friends, girlfriends, and family she was fiercely devoted to who. had her back because she was a good person.
