I didn't feel shit when I put pressure on his neck. Everything was happening so fast. Sian was screaming, finally giving into the fear and Track was trying to talk me down."I told you not to touch her you fuck. Did you forget?" I tightened my arm around his neck, adding just the right amount of pressure and barely restrained myself from doing more "I'm going to break your fucking neck.""Jace no, let him go, he's not worth it." I ignored Track and twisted my arm quick, snapping Stanley's neck. "Call the cops.""Fuck Jace! What the fuck did I say?""Call the cops.""No, let me think let me clean this up. Shane, Alex bar the door make sure no one gets by..." I hadn't even heard the others rush in behind me. But turned to see them now with horror in their eyes. "He's not dead Track his neck's just broken. Call the cops." I dropped Stanley on the floor just as the men who were supposed to be watching the school came through the door."What took you guys so long?""He didn
Not scared like a punk, more like amazed at the shit these fucks can get up to. So when he so casually mentioned something that he should have no knowledge of, I got the sense there was much more left unsaid. I'm sure a man of his caliber wasn't just wasting his time on some kid that he didn't even know."I sense a catch.""No catch, I just think you're wasted on those fucknuts is all. Anytime you're ready give me a ring." He'd rang off after that but there was no mistaking the smile in his voice. I'm pretty sure he knew that I was going to look into him.And that was my reason for being hesitant about taking Jace with me. I'd got a glimpse of where those SEALs live and I have the feeling that shit would only give Jace ideas. He was already making noise about building a place like the one on the island where we all could live. The kid's a damn hippie at heart.***JACE***"Track wants us to go to Georgia to meet his sister. We're going this weekend if you're not too sick
I just held her and let her get it out, knowing that she'd be right as rain in no time. "Come on baby, let's get you dried and dressed." I turned off the water and lifted her to take her out of the shower."Jace, do you ever regret marrying me?" I want to answer this shit for the one hundredth time. What is it with women? The guys were all complaining about the same thing, except for Alex who was always smiling these days, the fuck."Sian, just like I told you yesterday and the day before that, even if I live to be a hundred, I won't ever regret the best decision I ever made.""But we're so young." I rolled my eyes and dried her feet that she couldn't hardly see anymore. "Does that mean that you regret it because you're younger than I am?"That one always stumps her but she still asks the same damn question over and over. So I knew what was coming next. "But it's not the same for men.""That's not sexist or anything. I should start worrying as often as you ask me that. Maybe
They looked around the room at each other until Logan nodded his head. I guess that was the go ahead because Mancini took point again."What we're about to share with you doesn't leave this room. We've come together along with some other friends that you didn't get to meet this time, to form a kind of group if you will.""Each of us serves a purpose in this group. It's also top secret, which you should understand." He looked at Track and I moved to stand in front of him. "It's okay Jace, he knows.""I'm not working for the government, no disrespect." I looked at the SEALs. The men in the room started to smile. I wasn't sure what the fuck they were, but it wasn't hard to tell that they were something. What with the compound that was more secure that the Pentagon."That's not who we are. What we propose, if we all agree is that you boys become part of our elite group. We'll fill you in on all the pertinent details a little later once you get on board. If not we can stop this lit
New town: new school, new attitude? Nah, well, maybe for necessity's sake; I wouldn't have my girls there after all, so I might have to tone my shit down in the beginning until I get the lay of the land.Dad had disrupted my life without a by your leave. He'd gotten a promotion and a fat ass raise. Not like he wasn't raking in the dough before, but apparently, this new position came with a whole slew of other benefits that went right over my head.Parents shouldn't be allowed to muck up their kids' existence out of the blue like this, but what the hell?My brother, the jock, was chomping at the bit. This new school supposedly had a better football program and better standing in the Nationals, yadda, yadda, yadda, like I gave a frack.All I know is that my final year and a half in high school was not supposed to be like this.I was just getting into the groove of things. Mom and dad had just lifted the virgin seal, aka I was allowed to date and wham.Right when I was going over my
Wow, the new house looked like one of those Mc-Mansion things they were always talking about on the news.It was ginormous, and the grounds looked like my grandma's place in England.Us three kids ran hell-bent for leather towards the front door, already fighting over which rooms we wanted. I wasn't too worried though I know their taste.Jared will want something in the attic so he can pretend that he's living alone in a bachelor pad, so he can have whatever brainless friends he makes come over and talk about stupid football.Maggie will want the room closest to mom and dad because, at eight, she was still very much the baby of the family. And that left every other room inside this beauty up for grabs.I ended up with a room overlooking the gardens with a magnificent view of the mountains off in the distance. I felt my first real burst of excitement and spun around, hugging myself.Of course, the first thing I did was break out the phone to take snapshots and send them off to my
I was spared any talk about football because my brother, for all that he's brain dead ninety percent of the time, is a very cool big brother.He knew I was nervous about what I was about to face. For boys, it's easy; they just show up, grunt at each other, and fall into friendships.Add some sort of sport to the mix, and it's a slam-dunk. I, on the other hand, was going to have to find my footing. But I've already worked out my strategy.I've watched enough teen shows and read enough teen lit, not to mention being on the other side of this situation to know, you don't go to them; you let them come to you.My brother had already been to the school because he had to meet with the new coach and some of his teammates or something. His report had been as was to be expected.'It's fine; it's a school like any other.' His only interest had been in the playbook and the season lineup, no help at all. We pulled into the parking lot fifteen minutes later, and it was like culture shock. Th
High school is the worse place for a sixteen-year-old girl with growing pains; I mean think about it, you're cooped up with twenty or thirty of your so-called peers. Everyone is judging and critiquing everyone else, everything you do comes under a microscope, and heaven forbid you're anything bigger than a size four, well then you're just not worth the air you breathe.I'm a size ten and I have no interest in starving myself into a lesser size. Apparently that's considered teenage suicide to think like that, bleh.My mom says I'm as beautiful as ever, and my dad says I'm his golden princess and father knows best. I have a full head of the wildest hair you've ever seen in your life. It's red, not fire engine red; what does mom call it again? Oh yeah, auburn, with hints of chestnut and wine. To top it off, this mess is all curls, like Shirley Temples circa nineteen sixties curly. My eyes are the brightest blue I've ever encountered, that didn't need the help of glasses to protect