Page 10 of Forged in Rain

“Hm, well, maybe you can get some information—”

“No.” I slash my hand through the air. “I’m doing nothing of the sort. Do you even know what happened to John, Iris?”

“Sh,” she says, glancing into the hall before closing the door behind her. “Of course, I do.”

“Really? By who?”

“Jagger.”

“Jagger didn’t even know who John was. Try again.”

“What? You told Jagger?” She steps back with wide eyes.

“Of course, I didn’t. You don’t know, do you?”

“Fine, it was Saul,” she says, crossing her arms defensively.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she says, but she’s not looking me in the eye.

“Iris, is he even gone because of us?” I whisper.

“Of course he is. You think I did this for fun?”

“I think it started out intending to get rid of him, but something went wrong,” I muse, watching her closely.

Her eyes flicker before she stands tall. “Don’t be stupid. He’s gone, isn’t he?”

“Yes, but where?”

“Who the fuck cares,” she says before exiting the room in a huff.

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Monday rolls around, and I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The bigger part of me wants to skip school altogether. I’m really fucking tired. That and I don’t know what to expect when I get there. Will I be shunned, abused, or is my excommunication over and now I’ll be forced to pretend I like the dickholes?

I don’t know, and the unknown is creating a rather uncomfortable feeling in my belly.

However, I have few choices, so I dress in my new style of jeans and half shirts, although this one is a tank top, before pulling a jacket on. I dallied too long, so I settle with pulling my dark hair back in a ponytail and swiping on mascara.

After, I search for Iris, only to realize that she ditched me when I find her room empty and no one downstairs. Fuck. Now I have to walk, and I didn’t leave myself enough time.

Curiously, I peek out the blinds when someone honks their horn, hoping Iris is impatiently waiting in her car, but my jaw drops to my knees to find a familiar SUV idling in the drive next to where Iris should be parked and waiting for me, the bitch.

So, what, now I’m going to be escorted to school? Shit, I didn’t even get this treatment when Cyn was fucking me.

With a long-suffering sigh, I slide into the backseat and mutter sourly, “No honking. My aunt is sleeping.”

“Whoops, sorry,” Jig says playfully beside me.

With a momentary smile, I note Cyn is driving, and I’m sure it’s a message to me and anyone else that I may be part of their crew, but he’s still a free agent. Whatever.

I have bigger issues, and he and his big dick aren’t one, although I wouldn’t mind a repeat just for old times’ sake. Shit.

I roll my eyes and look out the window. I must be crazy.

“Any updates?” Cyn mutters, taking a left out of our street.

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