Lightning Strike (Billionaire Boys Club #3) | ongoing

Chapter 22

Alora:

We've been back from break for two days and I have been elated at the fact that I've now gone not just two weeks, but now two days on top of that, without seeing Madden Drakos' face.

I feel like I can breathe properly again.

Let's hope to never see him from now on, ever.

"I'm being serious. I need to find a man."

"Need?" I question Lina as we walk through the halls.

"How else am I supposed to be motivated for school?"

"How will a man motivate you?" El asks.

"With his dick." Cleo suggests.

"Or his other distracting features."

"Like his tongue."

"Do you have to be so vulgar?" I question.

"I was going to say like his handsomeness." Lina flicks her dark hair over her shoulder. "Cleo is just a sex craver."

"I have no argument against that statement." She nods. "Besides, maybe it's you who should be less of a prude."

"I am not a prude. I just don't understand the point in announcing to everyone that you want a man's body parts inside of you."

"Right. Well, you want to know what I don't understand? Why you won't admit that you want Voldemort's body parts inside of you." She gives me a devious smile.

My mouth drops open and the girls laugh.

"That is beyond untrue. My stomach just turned hearing you say it." I feel a shudder work its way through my body and my gag reflex kick in at the mere thought.

"Turning with butterflies?" Elodie wonders with a shine to her eyes.

"Turning with piranhas." I correct. "Eating at my organs in a painful and bloody feast."

"Ooh." Lina shakes her head. "That's not a pretty picture."

"No. It isn't." I agree. "See?"

"Okay, fine. Whatever you say." Clea sings. "But when the time comes, just know that we'll be there holding up I told you so signs."

"That time will never come. Now stop speaking about it before I throw up." I tell her.

She rolls her eyes playfully but doesn't bring it up again.

The warning bell goes sometime later and Cleo and Lina leave us to go to their class on the other side of the building.

"Are you okay, Ellie?" I ask, opening my locker and glancing at her as she does the same with the one right next to mine.

"Yep. Completely fine."

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent." She shuts her locker and faces me. "I've decided to leave it in the past."

"Leave what in the past?" I close mine.

"My crush on Caspian."

"But I thought you really liked him?" I put my hand on her arm.

"I know. I did. And I love you for never holding that against me." She smiles.

"I would never. People can't control their feelings. And you're my best friend. I want you to be happy."

"You know, you should show people that you're not a complete bitch more often. Then they'd see how sweet you really are."

"Where's the fun in that?" I tease and she laughs as we begin to walk. "But seriously, why are you choosing to leave it in the past?"

"Because..." She blows out a sigh. "He hasn't paid attention to me in the slightest since he's come back. And every other thing he's paid attention to, he's taken to a dark corner. That is, until a few weeks ago. I think Madden did something to keep people away from him after the falling out."

"And still no acknowledgement?"

"Worse. I saw him once. We were going in opposite directions. He saw me but there was nothing. No emotions or recognition or anything. Like he saw right through me. Walked right past and didn't look back."

"I'm sorry, El. He's an idiot. He doesn't deserve you."

That asshole. Did he smash his head before he came back?

"Thanks. And it's probably a good thing. I need to move on."

"You should. Find someone who is obsessed with you unconditionally."

"I'll do that. And you?"

"I don't think that's in the cards for me as of right now."

"Not even something casual?"

"I don't do casual, you know that."

"I know. It was worth a shot." She pauses. "I think Cleo is getting into my brain."

"I love Cleo, but you're not her. Only ever do something you want to. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Well, you need to get to class. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Later!" She leaves, waving over her shoulder.

I don't have any more classes until last period so I guess now is a good time as any to hand in my History homework.

I head towards the classroom but am stopped two corners away when I hear a noise coming from somewhere.

I look over, seeing a small room's door left ajar.

Another noise, like metal clinking against something and then a muttered, "shit".

I contemplate it before curving my fingers around the edge and slowly opening it, peeking inside.

It's a janitors closet. Or, considering the size of it I'd more likely say a janitor's room. With shelves upon shelves of cleaning supplies and tools. The noise occurs for a third time and I take a step into the room, making my way towards it.

When I finally do, I really wish I hadn't let my curiosity get the best of me.

Because the thing I said earlier? About never Seeing Voldemort's face again?

I spoke too soon.