JEOPARDY: The Cursed Soldier.

4. Boss Bitch

Trigger warning!

This chapter will contain a bit of violence, hints, and mentions of high school bullying. Please read with this in mind.

Thank you and Happy Reading.

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The next morning, Kayla woke up at 4 am.

But she didn't look for Alex as he had asked. Instead, she used her superior senses to scent out an area where she could train and ended up in a spacious and well-endowed gym where she trained for an hour. While she worked out, she prayed that Alex wouldn't walk into the gym and burst her.

Luckily, she trained without interruptions until she walked back to her room and prepared herself for the day. By 6:30 a.m., she was standing in the foyer, in a brown, long-sleeved turtleneck and dark cargo pants well stocked with weapons, waiting for Angela.

And waiting she did. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into two hours, until finally, she heard heels strutting down the stairs.

Looking up, she had to clench her teeth to keep her mouth closed and her eyes from widening. Angela was in the shortest yellow shorts she had ever seen (even in the movies); a cleavage boasting and showing white blouse she had tucked into the said shorts; a small leather jacket, and ankle-high high-heeled boots.

Her brown braids were tied atop her head with a few strands left to trail down her face. She looked stunning. And for the first time, Kayla understood why such a compliment existed. May be a little too stunning for school, but there was nothing about Angela at that moment that was not ogle-worthy. Maybe that was what she was aiming for.

Kayla waited until Angela passed by her to fall a step behind her, ready to protect her against anything. And anyone. They walked in complete silence until Angela halted a minute before the Toyota SUV parked in front of them where an epsilon was holding the back door open for her.

"Here is how it's going to be," Angela started before she turned around and fixed what she must have intended to be her most intimidating glare on Kayla. "You're my little bitch. Know your place and keep it. If you overstep, anyhow, I will cut off the part of you that does. If you tattle to the old lady about anything, I will cut off your tongue. Are we clear?"

"Crystal!" Kayla repeated Angela's own words as the girl smirked and walked into her car.

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"Were you guys following Angie's Instagram this summer?" Miriam, one of Angela's friends (Kayla had yet to verify the title because they behaved more like minions than friends) gushed her hopeful eyes on Angela.

"Of course I was. I was there like every minute, every day." Freda, the one on Angela's right, responded while shooting daggers at Miriam with her eyes.

"Am I the only one who was literally salivating at every outfit she wore?" Another asked, moving her eyes over the group. But Kayla didn't miss how her eyes stayed longer on Angela and lit up when Angela looked pleased by the comment.

"What brands did you wear this time? I spotted Versace and Givenchy right away, but some looked like a combination of the big brands... I don't know..." Miriam re-entered the conversation sounding chirpier and more nasal than before.

Kayla almost yawned, already fed up with the 'Pleasing Angela' league that had started from the moment they exited The SUV and found Angela's friends waiting by the parking lot, 30 minutes ago. Angela was enjoying every minute of it even when she acted like she didn't.

"The stress of being an influencer." Angela finally replied, her sparkling nails tucking a strand behind her ear. "Most of the big brands dm-ed me for features. I just had to mix them all in there. You know how I like to pick my own outfits. Ain't nobody dressing me."