Maintaining Me

Chapter 5 Anything but Ordinary

Kill 4 chapter 5 Anything but Ordinary

“Keegan was disturbed by yesterday’s incident,” I sip my coffee.

“So?” John snorts and runs around the kitchen. He drank two cups of coffee before I woke up.

I shrug.

“I was just saying,” I excuse.

“Why?” John stops and stares at me. I purse my lips at the attention.

“I was warning you that he won’t be around anymore,” I snap.

“He wasn’t around in the first place,” he snickers.

I clench my jaw as he digs deeper into the shallow subject.

“Never mind then, let it go,” I grumble.

He attempts to hide his smile and gets back to work on the kitchen.

“I didn’t know he mattered to you,” he mocks minutes later.

“He doesn’t!” I slam my empty cup onto the counter and storm to the shower.

Stupid John, and stupid roommate. It’s stupid, stupid people.

I scowl at the bar of soap before scrubbing my body.

Who cares if that kid doesn’t want to be around me, he can die for all I care. He lives in hillbilly’s corner! I am the best person he is going to know here!

Dumb boy doesn’t know anything.

Why am I even thinking of this?

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me.

“John,” I call and step out. I finally realized why the boy bugged me so much.

He was probably a spy for Blake or something. Blake always had fake friends around me when we were dating.

I thought they were real at the time; but I never got a chance to figure them out after we broke up.

They failed to warn him that I was ending us, and were never heard from again.

The point is, the boy could have been a spy.

I stop dead in my tracks.

“John,” I warn and stare at Keegan. His eyes go wide at the sight of me, and John smiles.

If Keegan was a mole then he would have never returned. Especially after what he witnessed yesterday. He risked exposure from his reaction, and yet he is still here.

I sit on my bed as the boys stare at me and think.

How would Blake run this?

Blake would know that I do not handle bull. He would know that I would kill Keegan immediately from even a shred of doubt.

An idea forms in my head. I should have thought of this sooner.

I stand in my towel and stomp over to the boys.

I had no time to change, I needed to handle this now.

“Take off your shirt,” I command.

“What?” Keegan backs up.

“Now,” I say. Keegan eyes both me and John. I clench my fist as he glances at John for help. “Now,” I growl.

He obeys and I sigh in relief.

Blake had briefly mentioned about giving his scouts tattoos on their right shoulder. My ex was intoxicated at the time, and I knew it was a dark secret; as simple as it may seem.