Outlawed (Cole Pendery)

Established

 Established

 

Two weeks later and I've still found no apartment to rent, no car, no friends, nothing even close to settling into Melbourne. Fortunately, schools over, don't have to worry about applying for that as well.

I feel extremely deceitful for staying at Landen's, I have thought about leaving... but where to? Honestly, I don't want to end up living in a phone booth with a grisly beard.

Yes, I've figured the man in the phone -that gave me directions to an egotistic Goddess- was homeless. Took me long enough, right? In Sydney there's no one living on the streets though, I'd be able to call the place perfect if I knew where mum was.

I sigh, of course I know where mum is. She's dead. 
Gone.
Without letting tear-threatening thoughts soar through my mind, I stand up, and prepare myself for work, in my own distinct way.

Ugh, work. I think impassively about how I didn't even take notes last time. How could I be so careless? Allowing myself to 'hang' with those delinquents, and an arrogant asshole like Cole.  I mean to be malicious, here. Will, don't get me wrong, is great. He doesn't exactly 'fit in' with the others. Although in looks, he does.  Every single one of them six boys resemble Gods from heaven, despite the tattoos, the piercings and their attitude, of course.

Perhaps their not Gods, maybe Devils? Incredulously hot Devils.

But Cole... he is a God, because he has the power... to make people react anyway he wants. God and his disciples, that's what they are. Wow, I really have no life.

I shake my head - dismissing the boys that roam around in my brain shamelessly - and walk out the front door, once again. I'm not going to another interview, I have to go to Landen's assistant, Maria. I'll hand in the work I caught up on and she'll tell me if it's newspaper-worthy. I wrote out everything I managed to hear at the interview and turned it into something that resembles an article. I moved to Melbourne so I can become successful in my job, and I can't allow any distractions.

Particularly a couple of breath-taking devils, that are totally not my type.

Reluctantly, I wore the necklace I found yesterday. I really did think it looked good, but it remained hidden underneath my buttoned thick cardigan.
I gulp down my breakfast - aka Starbucks - and realise that Maria's office is quite far. Far as in more than I really want to walk to in jeans.

I pay for a taxi, with the only money I have left, regretting buying that stupid coffee that I intend on marrying.

"What is this?" Maria asks bitterly, slamming the papers back onto her desk.

Oh, no.

"Maria, look- I know it's bad, I got a little distracted on the last interview..." I repulse, mimicking her tone.

Will was my liability. Wasn't he? He was the one I allowed myself to talk to, but he wasn't the one constantly on my mind.

The way Will disregarded my questions though.

What did he mean by Cole wouldn't let the cops arrest them?  Have they been in that situation before? Did he mean that Cole would hurt them? Has he got some kind of power over the police?

The tattoo shop...
They all live together...

That's all I know, but there has to be something they're hiding.

"This article is pretty horrible Alana... must have been one big distraction." Maria continues.

Bigger than you think...