She whispered over to him somehow lower, “Please be quiet. You’re going to get me in trouble.”
The sigh that came out of him blew her hair across her cheek. She pushed it back to see him sitting straighter in his chair, No please!
“Mrs. Saylor, Chloe needs to go to the restroom.”
What would he do if I picked up my book and hit the smirk off his face?
Mrs. Saylor went to her desk, picking up the card. “Don’t take too long.”
Chloe felt her mouth drop open and her face turn red. “Yes, Mrs. Saylor.”
She rushed from the classroom, unable to breathe after closing the door behind her. She hadn’t wanted any more attention drawn to her, yet the whole class had watched her leave, and she would have to go back inside to their stares. Breathe … Breathe …
Gripping the hall pass, she walked around the corner to the restroom, already dreading going back. She didn’t stop to think before entering the kill zone.
Stacy and Stephanie were standing by the bathroom window, smoking a joint. Oh, God. Oh, God. I’m going to die.
They didn’t move, watching her with their beady eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”
If Chloe were brave like Elle, she would have lifted the hall pass for them to read and told them that, if they didn’t cut class so often, they would be able to read the pass. Nevertheless, she wasn’t brave, and they loved inflicting pain as much as Cassandra.
Freezing in place, she tried to tell her legs to get out when they both started coming closer to her, calling her a freak. Stay still, litt—
The whoosh from the bathroom door opening had her snapping her head back to see Amo barreling in.
His voice went dark, staring down the two girls who almost had Chloe in their grasp. “What the fuck did you just call her?”
Both girls went pale.
“We’re … sorry … Amo,” Stephanie managed to get out.
“I don’t want to hear you tell me sorry. You tell Chloe how fucking sorry you are,” he growled at them.
“I-it’s okay, Amo. Let’s get back to—”
“Now!” he roared over Chloe’s voice, ignoring her.
Quickly, the two spat out the words over each other, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, who?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Chloe,” they each told her in unison.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he spoke coldly.
Never had she seen fear in those girls’ faces, but that was all she saw now as they quickly excited the bathroom with their tails between their legs.
Chloe was somewhat envious. She wanted to dart out of there herself. Amo looked and sounded scarier than ever.
When he continued to stand there and stare at her, she wished she had taken her chances with the girls. She had to turn her face so he couldn’t see how scared she was.
“W-why aren’t you in class?”
“I remembered Stacy and Cassandra bragging about ditching Art.” His voice was still dark.
Chloe had to lick her dry lips. “Oh …”
“Hurry up before Mrs. Saylor comes looking for us.”
Not until the door slid closed behind him, leaving her alone, did her breath let go.
* * *
Amo clenched his fists, wanting to go after those fucking sluts who had been five seconds away from putting their hands all over Chloe. It had taken all the control he had possessed to stay in the bathroom for another minute, knowing if he came out and saw them running down the hallway, he would break their necks in half like he had so desperately wanted to days ago …
“Nero, you didn’t tell us we were going to have a party!” The girls bounced up and down the moment Amo and Vincent joined them on Nero’s balcony at his house.
Stephanie twirled herself around Amo. “Do we finally get to fuck you?”
He slowly backed her up until her back hit the railing while Vincent was doing the exact thing to Stacy.
As soon as Nero closed the door to the balcony, Amo slid his hand to the back of her head, taking a huge pile of hair in his hands. Suddenly, he jerked down, hearing her neck pop in the process.
Screams, beautiful screams, filled the air …
Wanting to know everyone who had ever laid a hand on Chloe and Elle, they had tricked the two bitches into coming over so they could question them. Not one person was giving out real information about the hell they had put Chloe and Elle through. Stacy and Stephanie had lamely said to ask Chloe, hinting that she had been a part in it, which he didn’t believe.
I should have snapped their fucking necks then.
Taking a slow, deep breath, he tried to calm himself. He was trying to change his persona with Chloe, and he had been doing a good job of it until he had walked in on that. After seeing her frightened in there, he could tell he had damage control to do.