Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,47

care what people thought about me, but for some reason, when that vixen with green eyes set her glare on me, I cared more than I should have.

"Are we really going to do this?" I crossed my arms over my chest and waited as Jax tied the bra and panties to the flag pole. "Seems a little... childish."

He glared at me in typical Jax fashion and pulled the rope to raise the American flag right along with red lace boy shorts and a red lace bra. God bless America and the need for sexy lingerie.

"It's necessary. We need to remind her that we still need her father. Friday night and Saturday morning set us back a bit." He pulled a hundred out of his back pocket as we walked back onto campus, handing it to the head resource officer.

I never had liked Officer Thomas, but he was easily paid off and left us alone. The last thing we needed was a nosy police officer. Most could be bought as long as you weren't committing a murder. There were still quite a few that refused to acknowledge we had all the power. We let the admiral take care of them.

"Have you entertained the thought that maybe she is telling the truth about him?" Blake stopped as we got to the building his class was in. "She has nothing to gain from lying about it."

"Someone is paying for everything and it's definitely not that mom of hers." Jax glanced back at me. "What do you think?"

"I think we need to up the stakes to make sure." Honestly, I didn't know what to think about her claims that she didn't know her father.

Regardless of my thoughts on the matter, Admiral West was putting pressure on us. With the reach he had, he had already exhausted all sources of information on the whereabouts of Robert. Riley appeared to be the only way that might lead us to him.

I didn't bother going back to class and sat down on the planter ledge, waiting for school to be out. I was so over the high school experience. Swimming was about the only thing it had going for it.

And the girls. Always the girls.

The bell rang and a flurry of activity came out into the halls. We had someone post about "Riley taking to the pole" on social media.

Sure enough, students came racing to the flag pole to take pictures and laugh. Riley was nowhere to be seen, but it wouldn't be long. She'd have to walk right past it to get to her car.

Emily sauntered over to me, swaying her hips like she was the hottest thing on Earth. She wasn't, especially with her horrible dye job and shorts that let any guy practically see her cooch. She sat down on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"What do you want?"

"When are you going to stop being mad at us? We said we were sorry." She stuck out her bottom lip as if that would work on me. "You should be happy we roughed her up a little."

I removed her arms from around my neck. "We didn't ask you to do our dirty work for us. Not to mention, we never asked anyone to rough her up."

She stood and put her hands on her hips. "You are so confusing!" She marched off with a flick of her blonde hair and I rolled my eyes.

I looked at the time on my watch. Any minute, Riley would be rounding the corner after stopping at her locker. She was going to be a force to be reckoned with during dance. It would piss her off further when she discovered I'd be there today.

As if on cue, she rounded the corner with Ivy and came to a stop, looking up at the flag pole. Instead of having a reaction, she walked straight to it, pulled the ropes to bring it down, and untied her panties and bra. She raised the flag to half-mast and then turned and gave me a look so deadly that I wondered if she hadn't put the flag half-mast as a threat.

My cock stirred in my pants.

She and Ivy ignored the laughter and phones recording them and went into the parking lot.

I followed a safe distance behind her to the dance studio, but instead of turning into the parking lot, she kept driving. She turned into a strip mall with a coffee shop and sat in her car for a few minutes before going