Sterling's Home For Troubled Boys

Chapter 4

I don't talk to anyone, I take my earbuds out from bag and connect them to my phone. I search for a perfect playlist to listen to, it's between "Mood" and the playlist my friend made for the both of us to create and listen to. I pick the second one, a small smile on my face as I do so.

I catch the older dude looking at me, giving me a small, warm smile as he saw me smiling at my phone, I shoot him a quick glare before putting in my earbuds and playing the first song that came on.

"Rein Raus" by Rammstein starts playing, lucky for me, it's one of my favorite songs. My finger taps the rhythm of the song on my thigh, my head leaning against the window and my eyes closed. It's just something I do when i need to clear my head, I just focus on the music.

After a while, I'd say around an hour or so, we arrive at this huge ass house, you wouldn't think it was an institution at all. I look at the two boys to see they were already looking at me, I side eye the one next to me and he chuckles before saying, "You're music is kinda loud, we've been able to hear it since Henry turned off the car", he smirks. I wanna beat the shit out of him and wipe that annoying fucking smirk off his face. I notice he has very dark down eyes, they're very deep...like they're seen alot.

He notices me staring and smirks even wider, "See something you like?".

"You wish", I scoff, rolling my eyes.

The man driving, Mr.Sterling, speaks up, "Alright boys, let's try and have Atlas feel at home...I know this is a very tough change Atlas, but I do hope you'll enjoy it here" he speaks gently. I roll my eyes before nodding my head. He looks slightly disappointed before saying, "Why don't we all go inside? I'll have Ryder show you your room, and I'll prepare dinner." I nod my head once again, looking out the window at 2 pretty red birds.

They all get out and I follow, but wait...who the fuck is Ryder? He told me to follow him but I ain't got no idea who he is. I don't wanna ask, that's embarrassing...

"I'm Ryder" the guy who sat next to me says "You're face is very readable by the way" he smirks. I glare at him and roll my eyes. Fucking dick.

"Alright, let's go to your room" he says walking towards the building, I grab my bag but someone gently takes it from me. Mr fucking Sterling. "Do not touch my shit" I glare.

"I'll take it up for you, you look too exhausted to be carrying such a heavy bag." he tells me, his voice leaving no room for discussion. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I'm not some weak little bitch, I can carry my own bag!

"I'm capable of carrying my own stuff" I glare, trying to grab my bag back. He steps back and doesn't give it back. I can see one of the boys looking at the scene nervously, the other watching with amusement in his eyes.

"Let me do this for you Atlas. You're tired. I can tell" he says softly. That struck an even bigger nerve in me. Tired or not, I can carry a fucking bag.

"Give me my shit.", I protest, still glaring into his eyes.

"No Atlas, my decision is final." he suddenly speaks with a dominant tone, it even made me flinch...even if it was just the tiniest bit.

"....fine do what you want...asshole", I mutter the last part, he probably heard me, but chose not to say anything as we all walked into the institution.

Holy fuck this place is big...I don't like big places. I prefer to be in smaller places.

Ryder walks me upstairs and shows me to my room, "Here we are Atlas, make yourself at home.", he chuckles teasingly, which earns him yet another glare from me.

I want to punch him in that annoyingly attractive face of his, instead, I throw a pillow at him, he catches it and throws it back, "Okay okay, I got it, I'll be on my way, but just so you know, Henry is most likely on his way to give you your bag, he won't go through your stuff, he respects your privacy. Unless yknow you have shit that can potentially harm you" he informs me. I put on my best poker face and nod, trying not to make it seem like I had whatever the fuck aint allowed here. "Kay" I respond dryly, he seemed to believe the poker face and nodded his head before walking out and closing the door.

The room was pretty big, I was given a big bed with my own bathroom, a dresser, and a desk. There was also a window...that might prove to be useful later.

I hear a knock on my door and say, "Yeah?" "May I come in?" I hear a deep voice ask. Sterling.

"...sure" I allow him to enter my room, he has my bag in hand. He gently holds it out to me and I take it.

"Atlas. I'm going to trust that you don't have anything potentially harmful in there. Can I trust you?" he asks softly, his voice filled with trust. God I hate lying to trusting people. It makes me feel like even more of a piece of shit.

"Yeah" I lie, making sure my voice was confident enough to make it sound like I was telling the truth, but not overly confident that it would seem suspicious.

He nods my head and tries patting my head, I quickly slap his hand away of course, "Do NOT fucking touch me!" I growl. He nods in understandment and speaks up, "I'm sorry, I will not do it again...and just so you know, dinner will be ready in about an hour, so you'll have time to settle in. And at dinner you can officially meet the boys." he smiles softly and leaves the room.

My ass cannot deal with this right now.