Amelie
True to his word, Monty found Susan and had her returned to me. She looks a little worse for wear, with a couple of scuffs and some grass stains, but I’m just surprised the screen didn’t shatter.
Elsie is out today doing prep for her extracurricular activities. I’m sure she mentioned what it was, but it escapes me. The only upside to it being the day before my birthday is the fact that the punishment for skipping my detention with Sawyer will not be handed out until Wednesday. That, I can handle.
I think I’m finally starting to get a grasp of where my classes are.
Susan pings and I read the message:
Urgent meeting with Headmaster Knox in fifteen minutes.
I smile, remembering how successful last night was. This will be fun. I find my map and type in M Knox and Susan starts giving me directions to the headmaster’s office. I could be late - I’m sure he is expecting that - but my plans are starting to pan out nicely. I have Sawyer where I want him. Kalen will be the easy target, if he thinks he loves me - and he will when I am done- so he should choose me over his brothers. I only need to make sure I tread lightly on the matter.
The twins will be more work. I can see a hint of mischief in Slate’s eyes so I need to find a way to appeal to that side of him, but Onyx will be hard. He is closed off to the world. Whatever happened to him in his past has his armour wrapped tightly around him.
Speak of the devil... I have managed to be able to tell the twins apart after last night. Onyx’s nose has a slight kink in it - most likely from being broken - it’s barely visible, but now that I see it, I can’t unsee it. He walks towards me full of broken promises and shattered dreams.
I stop and wait for him to reach me; an explosive encounter is inevitable. I saw it in him last night, he just needed me to be away from his precious father.
“You think you’re good enough to be here? Just because your mother is fucking my father?” He spits.
“Good enough. This is a school for delinquents…what do I need to be good at? Fucking up. Pretty sure I did that, and here I am. I didn’t get a choice, your father is the reason I’m here. I didn’t ask for this. So before you jump to assumptions, know that I don’t want to be here any more than you want me to be. How about you keep your cock hole closed and leave me the fuck alone?”
I turn to walk away. “I’m not gay,” he calls after me a moment later.
I laugh that he finally clicked on. They mustn’t have needed a high IQ to attend this place.
“Uh-huh, see you at dinner tomorrow night,” I call over my shoulder.
I find the headmasters office easily, his receptionist tells me to take a seat and the one and only Baxter Branson is here again also.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” I say. He looks at me like my sheer presence is boring him.
“Does Knox have it in for you too?” he eventually asks, in a bored tone, like he doesn’t care for my answer either way. Why is he bothering to talk to me then?
“Eh, I think all of the Knox family do at the moment. So what are you in shit for this time?”
“Not in shit, as you call it. Me and Knox are besties and I’m here for our weekly catch up. What about you?”
“He is fucking my so-called mother and so we’re having our much needed bonding time where he tries too hard to be my new daddy.”
Branson smiles. He doesn’t seem like the kind to spread gossip so I have no problem with telling him this.
“Want to hit him where it hurts?” Branson suddenly asks. Before I can answer he continues, “Use Kalen and make it known. They’ll all lose their minds; the sun shines out of that kid’s ass to the entire Knox family.”
“Good to know,” I say as Monty steps out of his office. I stand and turn to Branson, walking over to him and leaning down so that my long hair covers my face - blocking Monty’s view. “His sons may be a sore spot, but right now he is trying to like me, and you, my friend, arehissore spot. I’ve already had my warnings about you.” I laugh, pulling back.
“Amelie, my office now,” Monty chastises, clearly impatient, his expensive leather shoe tapping away on the plush carpet.
“See you later, babe,” Branson calls out with a wink. I can already tell we are going to be good buddies whilst I’m here if he’s already willing to play along and help me out.
“Take a seat.” I do as I’m told, and we both sit in silence for a moment whilst Monty tries to figure out how to deal with what just happened.
“I would like you to stay away from that boy.”
“Did no one give you the memo that teenage girls really like to do the opposite of what they’re told?”
“Youwilllearn the hard way, if you do not follow school rules.”
