Eden High Series 2 Book 4
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Eden High Series 2 Book 4
Title
Jace
Sian
Mandy
Jared
Eden High Series 2 Book 4
Jordan Silver
Jordan Silver
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Contents
Title
1. Jace
2. Sian
3. Sian
4. Jace
5. Jace
6. Mandy
7. Jared
Title
Eden High
Series 2 Book 4
1
Jace
I sat in the dark, tucked away out of sight at the end of the long driveway, and waited. I’d driven the SUV because it was black with tinted windows and my white Phantom would’ve stood out like a homing beacon. Plus there wouldn’t have been enough room for the boys to tag along. Though I was having serious second thoughts about bringing at least one of them along. I shot a quick look towards the backseat in my rearview mirror, where the comedy hour has been in full swing for a good half hour now.
The lights were off and outside the night was still, as if it were just waiting for some shit to pop off. Inside the vehicle was a different story. Jared, Shane and Alex were with me in the truck, and I am this close to throwing Alex out on his ass if he didn’t shut the fuck up. If he doesn’t stop riding my ass with his shit, I just might give him some of what I have in store for Sian’s disobedient ass if she comes down this driveway.
As the only one of us who isn’t attached at the moment because he’s a horn dog, he finds relationships hilarious. More to the point, he finds the fact that Sian runs my ass funny and hasn’t stopped running his damn mouth since we picked him up earlier. There’s no point in telling him his time will come. If anyone had told me a year ago that some five foot nothing little hellcat would own my balls I wouldn’t have believed them either.
He started his shit in the back again and I rolled my eyes and blocked him out rather than reaching over the seat to strangle his annoying ass. I’d run out of threats like a half an hour ago, not like he was listening to me anyway. A quick look in the rearview showed Jared and Shane were at the end of their rope as well. If not for our reasons for being here, I’d find this shit funny as hell.
“Seriously my dudes. Why can’t you control your women? Didn’t we play out this scene already like a few weeks ago?” He’d been laughing at that same joke for the last ten minutes. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel and held my peace. I already had enough shit to deal with as it is, and he did have a point. Jackass!
“Look, I could give you boys some pointers but it’s gonna cost ya.” Yeah, okay. His oomph from the backseat had me turning around to see what gives. Shane had elbowed his ass in the ribs. Good. Maybe now he’d shut the hell up and let me think. I grinned and turned back around when he started his shit again. At least he was consistent.
I wasn’t saying anything to anyone; in fact the only noise in the vehicle came from him. I’m not sure what the others were thinking, but I was saving my energy for Sian’s ass. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do to her, but I know if she passes this driveway it’s not going to be pretty. She’s a willful little shit, who hates the word no. Which means I have trouble ahead, unless I nip that shit in the bud starting now. I half expected her to do some shit like this, but still the other half of me was holding out hope that my girl wasn’t dumb enough to put herself in danger. Fucking female never does the expected.
Jared had gone in to get the lay of the land and just as we suspected, they were up to some shit. I have no doubt once Belle realizes he’d played her his ass will be in the crapper, but at least they’d be alive. Sian might wish she wasn’t when I get through with her disobedient ass though.
I don’t know what it is, some may say I’m over reacting, but the thought of Sian going anywhere near Mandy really scares me, and not in a High School drama sort of way either. There’s nothing High school about being attacked and left in an alley for dead. Why this girl can’t get that through her damn head is beyond me. I think I’m more upset about that shit than she is, or at the very least more cautious.
I know Mandy’s nothing but a skank, and that in itself doesn’t make her a danger to anyone other than the unsuspecting men she catches in her web. But when it comes to Sian I think she poses a whole other kind of threat. A serious one. One that no one else seems to have caught onto but me. It’s that blonde wide-eyed innocent shit she pulls in public that has most people fooled. But I’ve seen her underbelly, something she doesn’t know yet, and maybe that’s why she still thinks she can pull the wool over my eyes.
If she thinks I’m going to spend the rest of my life protecting my woman from her obsessive ass she’s dumber than I gave her credit for. I’ll just as soon off her ass and be done with it, or better yet, let Track have her. He’s been offering to make her disappear for a good year now.
He’s also part of the reason I’m sitting out here like this. His call earlier had a hint of urgency that spooked the hell out of me. Until then I was thinking I was gonna have to spank Sian’s ass for sneaking out the house, never mind going near Mandy. But the way he insisted there was danger had sent me running out of the house earlier than I had planned. If only this damn girl would learn to listen, I could be in there right now copping a feel or some shit while my boys kept her girls occupied.
No, instead she has to play Mata fucking Hari. It boggles the mind that someone who’d been attacked not too long ago would even think of sneaking out in the middle of the damn night, but I’m guessing that’s a female thing. Either that, or she was so loved and protected she has no real sense of danger. I didn’t even know that was a thing until dad explained it to me.
Something else was bothering me though, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I had that unsettling feeling in my gut. The one you get when you know some shit’s about to go down, but you just don’t know what, or where it’s coming from. And I was certain this had nothing to do with Mandy’s stupid ass. Track and his shit again.
The three jackasses in the back were still going at each other while I remained lost in my thoughts. I had a pretty good idea why she thought she had to confront that she-wolf even after I told her to leave it alone. As much as I don’t want her near Mandy she feels the same as I do. She thinks I need protecting just as I feel she does.
Beyond that I know there’s something else bothering her about this whole situation. She hides it well, but I know she’s still a little bit jealous of my past relationship with Mandy, and the fact that we all still share the same airspace five days a week at school. Plus the fact that Mandy won’t stop her shit and is always finding ways to stay relevant.
So now we’re caught up in this game of tit for tat. There’s no doubt that I’ll do anything to protect her, but it’s becoming more and more obvious of late that she too thinks she needs to protect me. I have no doubt that that’s what tonight is about, I know her that well.
I guess I’m just gonna have to show my future wife that it doesn’t work that way. I’ll do the protecting thank you very much, and she can keep her hardheaded ass out of shit. If her sneaking around isn’t bad enough, she’d lied to me. Not outright, she’s not that dumb. But lying by omission is the same as, as far as I’m concerned.
I can’t keep her safe if she doesn’t
listen. Of course she shouldn’t have to deal with this shit, not at her age, not at any age. I’d like nothing more than to give her the carefree days that our own parents enjoyed as teens. Days filled with sunshine and laying out by the pool, with no bigger worry than where to eat dinner or which movie to watch? Shit that most people our age take for granted.
I want to give her everything I think she deserves, and most of all I want to keep her safe. I want our time together to be as smooth and happy as what I’d grown up seeing with my parents. If I had my way the only horror she’d ever have to endure is the one already passed; when she was left for dead in that filthy alley. But how do I do that when I can’t erase the one who means us both harm? And when she wouldn’t get it into her head that she was to stay as far away from that snake as possible? It wasn’t that I didn’t think she could handle herself against Mandy in a fair fight, but that’s just it. I don’t trust Mandy to be fair in her dealings with Sian any more than I’d trust my dick anywhere near her diseased ass.
As mad as I am at what I see as the biggest mistake thus far in my life, I knew there was no sense in self flagellation, in chastising myself again for even getting involved with her in the first place. The truth is, I had no idea of what she was when I first asked her out a year or so ago. It was that fake façade she wore in public that had drawn me in. Thankfully it hadn’t taken me long to see beneath that veneer she wore so well.
By the end of our acquaintance I knew she was nothing more than a sad twisted little girl with venom in her veins instead of blood. But not even in my wildest dreams would I have expected her to go after what’s mine, not like this. Maybe it was time I showed her exactly who I was in case she’d missed it the last few times I confronted her. Maybe that was the only way to keep Sian safe.
I pushed thoughts of Mandy out of my head and looked out the window at the night sky to calm myself down. It was a warm California night with clear skies and a nice little breeze that carried the scent of flowers and the distant ocean every once in a while. The kind of night a guy should be sneaking into his girl’s window to crash her sleepover party and maybe get some playtime.
Instead I’m stuck out here in this truck looking at the sky like a damn astrologer. I could’ve gone in and just kept her ass in the house without letting on that I knew she was up to something. But I’d told her ‘no’. Something her spoilt ass is not familiar with. She’s the first girl whose family I’d gotten this close to and it was because of this that I get to see the transition up close and personal.
Her dad was the first male to spoil her though he’d probably say not. But it’s eye opening, watching the way he is with her, getting my cues from him. I grew up in a home with another spoilt ass female, seems like that’s the only kind. Dad lets mom get away with mad shit, and all it takes to get her out of trouble is a smile and one of those looks that have them disappearing upstairs at all hours of the day. Nasty!
I want us to have that, Sian and I, but I also have something that my dad and hers didn’t seem to. An obsession that runs deep and an insane urge to possess her completely. Where I’ve seen my dad give mom breathing space as is needed, I can’t seem to do the same with Sian. She’s turned me into a dumb fuck micromanaging asshole.
Maybe they suffer from the same thing; my dad and hers, but they just had more practice and knows how to hide it well. Dad would probably give me one of his you’re young yet; you’ll learn spiels. He’s always trying to rein me in, when he himself loses his shit if something goes wrong with mom. He seems to think that because they’re older, and have more time together that it makes a difference. The hell it does. I’ve felt this way about her from the start and the shit only seems to get worse with time.
I don’t think I’m too young to know what I feel though, or to know that whatever foundation we set for our relationship, that’s the way things will be as we grow together. By that token I wanted her to learn here and now, that when I tell her not to do something, that shit wasn’t just so I could hear myself talk. Plus I still owed her for popping shit off at me earlier. So little Ms. Thing has a lot coming her way.
“I think I hear the car.” Shane put his head out his window and listened but I kept my eyes on the driveway exit. I’d be able to see the lights from the car that way. Then again her sneaky ass might be driving with them off.
2
Sian
“Okay let’s go over this one last time.” I was messing with Cassie’s hair while we killed time waiting for the parents to be out for the night. As if by silent agreement, we’d all chosen to make her our doll for the night. Could be because she was the youngest I’m not sure. Whatever it was I appreciated it because she needs it.
Tonight she had lost some of that haunted look she’s been wearing for the past few weeks and I know we still need to talk and get to the bottom of what’s eating her. But at least she was having a good time. This is why I needed to deal with this Mandy issue once and for all. It was consuming everything else in my life and that I cannot have.
Before the attack I had planned to talk to Cassie because I knew something was wrong, then after seeing Mandy in her dad’s car my worry for her had only grown deeper. I suspect that she knew something. But I haven’t had time to sit down and really be a friend because I’ve been too busy playing catch up to Mandy’s bullshit. If not for Jace I wouldn’t even give her a second thought, but I knew if I didn’t take care of this, he’d try to and that could only mean trouble.
A night like this should be fun and mischievous in the way of all teenagers, but instead I was about to get my friends involved in something that was bordering on illegal. Belle and Tammy were one hundred percent on board and I knew there was no point in asking them to stay behind, even though they may not agree with my methods whole heartedly.
Valerie was turning out to be one cool chick, though she seemed a lot older than her age. She speaks with an air of intelligence that makes you want to listen and do what she says. She has a very take-charge attitude that reminds me of her boyfriend. Or maybe it’s a Cali thing, who knows. She sure doesn’t act like the rest of us that’s for sure.
“I think I should stay back in the car. If the dogs attack my fat ass will be sure to get caught.” I rolled my eyes at Belle. I know she says that stuff in jest, but I also know it’s hurtful and we have Mandy and her band of halfwits to blame. When I look at Belle, I don’t see anything but that amazing red hair of hers and those eyes that always look like they’re dancing with some inner joy.
“Belle for the last time, you’re not fat and Cassie said there were no dogs.”
“I was talking about Mandy. Her rabid ass has been dying to take a chunk outta me for years.”
That got a good laugh out of all of us and helped to ease the tension. We were all pretending not to be worried, but the closer we got to actually doing this the more nervous I became. Not that I was afraid of Mandy, not even a little bit, but if Jace finds out he’s gonna have my ass, so I have to make this count because I may never get another chance.
I wasn’t worried about a fight breaking out I can hold my own against that succubus I’m sure, but she seems to always be one step ahead when it comes to deceit and who knows what would become of tonight if I didn’t stop her once and for all. My problem is, I’m not too sure that I can get through to her. The girl has a serious obsession with her Jace, an obsession bordering on psychotic.
The thought almost had me giving up my plans for tonight. She’s such a wild card there’s no telling what she’d pull, and I hate walking into anything blind.
I also wasn’t too jazzed about taking the others along, though I appreciated the company. But I consoled myself with the fact that each of them had a score to settle. I’ve seen bullies in my time, but I’ve never seen a more insecure narcissistic one. That’s something my dad had taught me about people like her, that inside they were really just scared and unsure of themselves so they tried to hide it behind hurting others.
Or they were pu
re evil and no amount of intervention was going to save them. I seriously believe Mandy falls into the latter camp, and so does Jace. Ergo the reason he’s so unreasonable about me being anywhere near her. I still can’t believe he’d gone there. Ugh!
I can’t blame him for the life he lived and the things he’d done before we met, though I sometimes thinks he does, which is stupid. But I do wish his ex wasn’t a certifiable nut job who was now fixated on my ass. Then we could all go about being teenagers with no more worries that whose house to hang out at in the summer.
I got back to the conversation at hand while putting the finishing touches on Cassie’s hair. “So we’re agreed, we’ll all go through the hedges but I’ll go inside the house alone. I still don’t know how I’m gonna get through the door. It’s not like I can ring the doorbell and she’ll let me in.” That was the hardest part, getting past her defenses long enough for her to hear me out. With her brand of crazy she’d probably attack on sight.
I did give some thought to going to the front door and letting her parents know we were there, but since I wasn’t sure how things might play out, I didn’t want to risk it. And who knows, I hadn’t heard much about her parents, but what if they were just like her? Shudder!
“I know a way you can get in.” Valerie reached into her hair and pulled out something that looked like a bobby pin with a slight difference on closer inspection.
“Huh? What do you mean, what’s that thing?”
“I can pick the lock.” She said it with such confidence as she smirked at the rest of us.