Page 39 of G.O.D.S Omnibus
I put on the finishing touches and deem my mask complete, walls up. There is no hiding the bite mark Boston left on my neck though. If he wanted to mark me, he definitely succeeded.
By the time I head downstairs, the house is empty. Usually, Brennan is making coffee and Petra is organising the guys’ breakfast, but there is no sign of anyone. I don’t dwell on it. Instead, I take an apple from the fruit bowl. Beside it is a note, and my palms go sweaty picking it up.
Jolie, I had a meeting. See you after school.
Brennan
The bile rises in my throat, the slip of cardboard too familiar for my liking. I race to Brennan’s car and speed all the way to school; Jimmie will be there, and I need to talk to him ASAP.
Pulling into the student parking, I notice the guys’ cars are already here. Looking up over the large hedge fencing, I see Laughn’s tattooed arm hanging over the rail.
I quickly exit the car and speed walk into the school. It’s hard to not draw attention when I live with Boston—there are now eyes on me wherever I go.
Lucky for me, Jimmie is leaning against my locker. His smile drops to a frown when he notices me storming in his direction.
“What’s wro—” His question is cut short as I grab him by the arm and drag him towards the girl’s bathroom, pushing him inside. His eyes are as wide as saucers. “What’s going on?”
“Can I trust you?” I snap. It comes out harsher than I expected.
“Of course you can... Are they hurting you?” His eyes move to my neck.
“Oh, that,” I say, moving to each of the toilet stalls, checking to see if anyone is listening in. When I’m happy we are alone, I turn back to him.
“No, I had sex with Boston last night.” I smile.
“You thot!” he jokes. “Then what’s wrong?”
“I need someone to help me figure something out, but we can’t do it here. My life is a mess and somehow the Gods are involved. I can feel it in my gut.”
“Then was sleeping with their ringleader a good idea?”
I shrug nonchalantly. I hadn’t really thought about it, too concerned with winning Boston’s bet, if I’m being honest with myself.
“It really doesn’t matter. I don’t do feelings, but if the Gods are involved, I may do something stupid.”
“Okay, let’s get through the day and we can meet up after school. It’s probably smarter to go to my place.”
I nod, and we both exit the girls’ bathroom.
Whispers start within seconds.
“I thought he was gay.”
“I thought she was screwing the Gods.”
“Looks like you just got laid in the girls’ bathroom by a senior. Your popularity just skyrocketed.” I laugh at his wide-eyed expression.
High school kids are stupid—they really don’t have anything better to do than spread rumours and gossip.
“I’m glad my first time was with you,” he says, followed by a nervous laugh.
“You’re a virgin,” I gasp.
It’s not that it’s a bad thing, but we live in the 21st century; or maybe it’s because I didn’t value my virginity and so don’t expect anyone else to either.
“I know, it’s hard to believe because there is a huge line of people wanting to sleep with me,” he laughs, running his hand through his hair, trying to ease his embarrassment.
“Well, I think you’re amazing.”
