Monsters' Crew (Crude Hill High 1)

Caleb climbed into the car, pulled back onto the road, and left us all behind.

I turned over my ignition, slamming my door closed, and followed.

“So how was it?” River asked.

“You really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”

“She’s so fucking perfect,” I said. “When you get her in your arms, you’ll know what I mean. She’s fire and ice, and everything that’s perfect in the world.”

I couldn’t deny it. She was everything and then more. This was only the start. As far as I was concerned, Emily may belong to someone else at this point on a contract, but in truth, she was a Monster, and we were going to claim her regardless. Consequences be damned.

Chapter Nine

Emily

Even though I came in Gael’s lap, or more accurately, on his lap, for the rest of the week, school was uneventful. That was the truth. It was like none of the chaos or commotion had happened.

They were in all of my classes, apart from art class. Just Vadik was there, but he didn’t invade my space. I had to wonder why. He knew I was shit at drawing or creating. The teacher had forced us all to draw what we considered a tree should look like. Where some of the class went for autumnal colors, with the leaves on the ground as if a gust of wind had swept them away, others did tress in full summer bloom. I did a thick trunk, and then some lines to give way to branches. That was it.

I didn’t have a single artistic bone in my body. I knew it, Vadik knew it, the entire class knew it. Yet, the teacher told me I put others to shame.

In answer, I walked right out the door. There was no fucking way I was listening to her bullshit.

I went straight to the bathroom, which was empty. Sometimes there were girls hanging out, or fucking was going on. A virgin I may be, but if my eyes were the judge of said innocence, I’d be far from it.

Running some water, I splashed it onto my face. I didn’t know what was worse right now. The tension at home was at a whole new level. My mom was coherent once again, and trying to play the perfect doting mom. When I got in, because my dad had a little less control over my body by bruising it, he’d instead started to pay extra attention to my classwork. I now had to study in his office. He never had any important phone calls, but there was a desk set up so he could keep an eye on me.

I no longer had the luxury of being in my room with my back to the wall.

My dad knew my problems, and he’d made it so there was space behind me. He had a secret door that I had yet to identify, but it was where my brother appeared from so many times. I knew my dad was playing with my head. He got off on making me feel less than him.

“You okay?” Vadik asked.

A laugh escaped my lips. Turning off the water, I grabbed some of the tissues and dried my face.

“This is the girls’ bathroom.”

“You think I haven’t seen inside this room before?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course you have.”

“No one believes her,” he said. “They all know who’s paying for her jewelry and pretty things.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Running out of a class doesn’t exactly make me believe you.”

“You think I care about what you believe?”

“I think you do, yes.”

“Well, you’re wrong.” I threw the tissues into the trash. Sure enough, there was a used condom in the bottom.

This school. Was it like this at normal schools?

“What do you want, Vadik? Why did you follow me?”

“Is it so hard to believe I wanted to make sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, it is. You think I don’t know that every single person has an agenda here? I know it. I get it even. How could I not? It’s not like we all keep it a secret we want to kill each other. We all have a death wish.”

My words echoed around the room. Or did they just go off in my head?

Vadik allowed the door to close and he advanced toward me. I took a step back, not liking how threatening he seemed. Even as he closed the distance between us, my pussy instantly went wet.

My heart pounded.

None of this was fear, but anticipation. What would he do?

I was trapped between his body and the sink.

His hand went to my hip. “Do you have a death wish?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You do. Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you.”

I glared at him. It was none of his business what I thought, felt, or did. “What really needs to happen is you and the rest of your friends leave me alone.”