The Tracker Hive Academy Year One - Avery Song Page 0,89
going to borrow your shoulder for a bit."
"Okay," I whispered.
He must have been emotionally drained. Taking in his relaxed facial expression, I looked to the window, staring at the passing cars and lights.
Little by little, I was learning more about the Maxwells and I wondered when I'd be able to freely tell them all about my past. I knew I would be able to in due time, but I hoped the guys would be willing to wait for the right time for me to share.
The year was coming to a close, and though we'd yet to truly identify the culprit behind the ‘suicides’ at Tracker Hive, I wasn't losing hope yet.
I was still their primary bait, and I planned to get the upper hand in it all.
Even if it killed me.
19
Naughty Zeke And Pull The Trigger
"You overslept?"
"No. Past me thought it was smart to lie down after showering post-training session this morning with Tanner. I have a hunch that future me is going to regret it when she's being scolded for being late," I complained, sliding on my black wool tights.
Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I made sure my skirt was short as usual. It wouldn't matter since I was wearing my tights today. Even though the weeks of the second semester were flying by, it was still mid-winter and freezing as usual.
I'd have to convince Alaric that wearing a skirt on mandatory class days was stupid. If we had to potentially risk freezing our asses off, so should the male population.
The thought of Zackery, Zion, Zeus, and Zeke in skirts had me snickering, even before I imagined Zackery skipping through the halls.
Now I was laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" Zeke inquired.
I looked at the phone on my bed, skipping over to pick it up.
"I was imagining the four of you guys wearing skirts and freezing your ass cheeks off. Then I thought about Zackery skipping. Can you imagine? His cock flopping up and down with his balls." I began to laugh again. "I hope Tanner doesn't pass by. He's going to think I'm insane. Actually, he already thinks that, but he'll emphasize it to Alaric and we can't have that."
Zeke chuckled through the speaker, and I walked over to my nightstand to take one of my hallucination pills.
"Are you taking your meds?"
"Yup!" I said, tossing the two daily pills into my mouth and grabbing the almost-empty water bottle to wash them down.
"It's been working well?"
"Very well," I replied when I finished the remaining water. "No side effects, which still baffles me. If Zion can make something like this, why the hell haven't we discovered the cure for all diseases? Mother nature gave us all the tools and we still slacking," I complained.
"They have, but do you expect them to give it to the public without it being a billion dollars?"
"You have a point," I reasoned.
"Kill. Kill. Kill!"
I looked at the doorway to see Shadow Jade skip into the room. I looked at her bare legs and sighed. "Shadow Jade. You're going to freeze your legs off in just a skirt. Wear tights."
"No." She skipped right out the door.
I groaned, shaking my head while Zeke began laughing again.
"What's with Shadow Jade hating tights?"
"You're asking me? She's the complete opposite of me and my likes in this department. I'll skip freezing my ass off any day. I’m happy to sacrifice comfort to prevent my poor butt cheeks from getting frostbite."
"You won't get frostbite." Zeke sounded beyond amused.
"You don't know that, and I'm not going to test the theory," I noted.
"You're wearing tights now?"
"Yup."
"What underwear are you wearing?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased, picking my phone up and taking it off the speaker. I lay back on my bed. "You really wanna know?"
"Yeah. Gives me an idea what to expect before I slide them off before the assembly today."
"Oh. Public sex? I don't think you want to lose your Tracker position, Mr. Maxwell. However, I'm down for the risk. I'll get out of the charges with my charm alone."
"Funny, because I actually believe that," he admitted with a chuckle. "Wanna have a little fun before class?"
"Depends where," I purred.
"Let's meet at my locker," he suggested.
"All right.” I giggled. "We have two hours before people will start gathering in the gym. We can't take long.”
"We won't," he reassured me. "Unless you want to, but I don't want your ass cheeks to get cold."
I smirked. "If you smack them hard enough, I think they'll be nice and warm."