“You know there’s a rumor…” she began.
“I…don’t…care,” I panted, speaking in between each exasperated breath. I will sleep well tonight.
“That they’re responsible for the body on the train,” she ignored my admission that I didn’t care and finished her sentence anyway. She then stopped the treadmill and got off while I was still puffing and panting, sweating like a horny teenager at a strip club. “See you in class.”
“We’re in class?” I mumbled when she was out of earshot. Oh yeah, that’s right, she was in the Business School that day, so maybe we shared the same class somewhere down the line.
I slowed the treadmill down and stepped off as my feet seemed to sink into the floor, so I had to grasp the treadmill handrail to stop myself from wobbling over.
As I walked to the rowing machine to contort my body into that contraption and pretend I enjoy it, her words hit me like a slap. It was like I heard her, but it didn’t sink in until now.
“There’s a rumor that they’re responsible for the body on the train.”
As I sat on the rowing machine seat, I cast my eye through the gaps between the gym equipment towards the dumbbell area and accidentally locked eyes with Evil-Eye Sicko, who was sitting on a weight bench. The more I looked at him, the more I saw his father in those dark features, and yes, they could easily be responsible for the dead body on the train.
It was at this point, I decided I had had enough of my gym workout and headed back into the locker room to shower and prepare myself for my next class. With each distraction that came my way, I had to remind myself to stay focused on my studies.
The most important thing was to finish my studies and go back home to watch over that witch in my father’s house. Everything else was unnecessary fluff, a disruption to steer me off my path.
25
“Did the Boleyn girl say where she is?”Lev was keen to know, as he held an electric drill an inch away from the Platt clone’s eyeball. We jumped him as he was walking to meet her at Scholars and grabbed his phone, then messaged her using his phone to find out where she was.
“She ain’t budging,” I replied, then teased the Platt clone, “She stood you up, bro. Stabby Addie stood you up. It looks like she wasn’t into you after all.”
“Fuck off,” James snarled, wrestling with Lev in an abandoned classroom in the science school, so we’d have to be quick before a tutor turned up. “And I’ll fuck whoever the fuck I want.”
“What’s the real reason you want to date her?” Lev pressed again. My man was suffering for some reason and was particularly cruel towards the York. Not that I minded, but we didn’t want to kill him; we just wanted to scare him off Adina.
“She’s pretty,” he replied, and Lev and I exchanged glances, because pretty girls were everywhere, basically falling like leaves from trees.
“Why her?” I asserted, giving his shoe a swift kick, making him snigger as he was just as evil as us and enjoyed a bit of torture and pain like us. There’s nothing more therapeutic than receiving a solid punch to the gut. “Tell me. Why her?”
A slimy smile wormed across his face, “As I said, Adina and us are virtually related.”
“Have you told her yet?” I asked him, and he shrugged, keeping his plans close to his chest.
“I was planning to until you interrupted,” he said calmly, not bothered that he had a metal drill dangerously close to his eyeball. So, Lev switched it on, and the drill buzzed and twisted, and he flinched slightly. “I’m surprised you know how to use it.”
“Fuck off, Yorkie,” Lev snarled, then started yapping like a lapdog before smacking his smirking face.
“Didn’t hurt,” James challenged, even though Lev left a red mark on his cheek. “You Warwick pussies can’t fight to save yourselves. Pussy.”
He started meowing against Lev’s yapping, and there was only so much I could take of that. “Shut the fuck up. It’s not fucking petting zoo.”
They fell quiet, but the Platt clone kept smirking, and Lev smacked him across the face again, which made him laugh louder. “Why the fuss?” the clone snorted.
“We could ask you the same question,” I persisted to siphon a coherent answer out of him, but he’d rather meow like a halfwit.
“Have you told her that her stepmother is your aunt yet?” Lev asked, moving the grinding drill to his cheek. “Pretty boy? I could mess up your face, and you won’t be pretty anymore.”
He shrugged, “Go for it. I’ll let my father know, and he can sue your father…oh wait, you don’t have a father, do you? And you…” focusing on me, “Your father is in prison getting fucked up the ass.”
My hand snatched the crowbar lying on the floor at my feet, and I was about to throttle his balls when a notification came in on my phone from Sick.
Sick: She’s at the gym.
Me: Seriously? R u sure? Send a pic.
