Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 32

Axel

"ARE THERE WORDS TO DESCRIBE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???????????" Brianna is more vocal than the others.

"What? It's dead. Look --see--- I killed it for you," I say, doing my best to shove the several hundred pound carcass up the little stairs so Phoenix can see what I killed for him and be proud of me. I like it when he's proud of me.

"Ax, Ax, I need you , I need you to look into my eyes, okay? Look into my eyes. You are not my cat. I do not want you to bring dead things to me as offerings. It is weird it is dangerous and it does not make me happy-----close your mouth, stop talking, right now---—nor will it ever. Do not bring me bodies of things you killed for me. I do not want them. Also do not kill things for me in general," Phoenix says, holding my face with his sweaty hands as he breaths really raggedly.

"How did you------where did you learn to spear a crocodile? And what would make you decide to do that?" Omar sounds tired.

"I watch hunting videos online—I've always wanted to. Just had to get it between the eyes. It wasn't so hard when he charged. Then I just dove under the water---you have a lot of water down there," I advise, proudly.

"Ax—I need verbal confirmation that you understand me. You do not need to kill things for me at all, ever, in this life or the next, got it?" Phoenix asks, sort of shaking me.

"Okay," he's annoyed with me now. Great. I thought he'd think it was cool that I killed it. It's not easy to do that. He's supposed to proud of me not worry like my parents do.

"What are we gonna do with it?" Brianna asks.

"Put it back in the sea from wence it came. I want as little to do with this backwater town as possible, and I do not plan on getting involved on shore I doubt it gets better the farther in you go," Omar says, puling my spear from the monsters head.

"I'm sorry," I say, to Phoenix, though now I'm mad that he's mad at me.

"I just don't want to lose you. Don't do stupid stuff like that," Phoenix says, putting his arms around me.

"For people who are afraid of your parents finding out you're dating you hug an awful lot in public," Omar says, he's annoyed with me too now.

"My dad's already off shore," Phoenix says, not letting me go, "And my mom works in town. It's not like anybody is watching us."

"Aren't you a Youtuber?" Brianna asks, staring at Omar.

"Oh you must not be from this cursed little schism of reality---,"

"Hey, I like Winfell," Phoenix says.

"Good. I recommend you leave there are much more normal places, every single time I go into town I swear people start following me," Omar says.

"Winfell isn't actually cursed. It's just---annoying," I say, shrugging.

"That remains to be seen, also I don't plan on finding out---boys if you're finished hugging each other go get some bricks. We're going to sink this bastard to the bottom of the bay," Omar says, nodding at the supplies he has on one side of the ship.

"I was this much trouble the other places I lived. Once my father tried to send me to an all girl's boarding school because I kept getting in fights at the boys, technically that was my step mother's idea," I say.

"If it was an all girl's school how did you go?"

"They said he was a girl. I was there. Spoiler alert fewer fights did not happen," Brianna says.

"I sprung then both," Phoenix says, proud. He did as well, his father was furious with him for that one.

"That's very abusive thank you for sharing that okay---start strapping bricks to him," Omar says.

"Is this the best way to do this?" I ask.

"No. But I'm not desecrating his body and risk the wrath of whatever god sent him."

"God doesn't exist," Brianna mutters.

"Whatever word you want to use for forces beyond our control," Omar says.

"What do you think god and the angels do all day then? While girls get hit by cars, and parents disown or die on their children?" Brianna asks.

"Plot how to fuck up my life for their amusement?"