4. Ezran
Chapter four
Ezran
W alking out into the hall, I can’t help but look around. I wonder which bitch it is. After I received confirmation that my target has been on campus, the information leaves me pissed. Needing to find this cunt and end her fucking life so I can get back to living mine weighs heavily on my mind. Just as I round the corner, I bump into some fucker with a death wish.
“Watch the fuck out!” He shouts. Looking up, I see some punk ass dude I have never seen around before.
“Who the fuck are you talking to, bitch.” I grit, shoving him, but he doesn’t budge. What the fuck is this dude made out of?
“You deaf, fucker?” I spit as he slowly smiles. I recognize that look. That’s the one I get when I’m in the shack. Interesting.
“Naw, but you will be if you get in my way again, you motherfucker.” He threatens, causing me to straighten my spine as he lets out a manic laugh. “That’s hard to do seeing as how you don’t have a mommy.”
Grinding my teeth, I clench my fist and deck this prick. His head snaps back as I hear my name being called and the moment I go to look behind me, the asshole walks right past me. Yeah, he doesn't want these problems today.
Just then, he turns around, giving me a sinister smile. “You’re going to regret that,” he spits, the smile never leaving his face. What the fuck?! I’ll kill this motherfucker.
“You,” I start, but he just walks off towards the parking lot. I follow him, pulling my gloves out and putting them on. Just as my feet hit the snow covered pavement, I hear the guys shouting my name behind me. Fuck! He just got saved by practice. He better hope I don’t run into him again.
Stepping out of the showers, I get dressed into this stupid ass uniform. I can’t help but think about what Zova said. She has lost her motherfucking mind if she thinks I’ll ever let her fuck someone else. Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t end game by any means, but she gives me what I need. Besides, Kate will be my wife, as it's already been decided. Can’t fucking wait. After all, who doesn’t want to spend their life using their dick on a scratch off.
Just thinking about that shit has my dick hurting. At least for now I have Z, and her pussy feels like soft, wet clouds. My dick twitches, letting me know he agrees with me. Stepping out into the locker room, I take a seat on the bench and continue to get dressed. Hayes is buttoning up his shirt and begins discussing the plans for tonight and the requirements for the dress code. The guys will all have painted skull faces and the girls will be dressed in blacklight paint.
Once we’re finished, we head outside, around the rink, and follow Hayes towards the back of the school to check out the maze. I need to let Zova know to wear that red piece I love. Reaching into my pocket for my phone, I can’t feel it anywhere. I start patting down my pockets. What the fuck? I just had it. Did I leave it in my room? I’ll swing by there once I’m done with this.
We walk over to the maze opening and the guys did great setting this up because it looks fucking insane. The party tonight will be fucking epic. I’m hoping I can kill two birds with one stone; find this bitch and let Zova grip my cock with that tight cunt. Sounds like the perfect fucking night.
“I’ll see y’all later.” Parker says, smirking before taking off after Zova’s friend, Sydney. That fucker has it so bad for her.
“I got something to do. Catch ya later.” Hayes states before he takes off, headed in the direction of his obsession.
After checking out the maze, we walk back out into the front of the building and take off in different directions.
These fuckers got it bad. Damn. I’ll text my girl later. I need to find my fucking phone.
Walking into my dorm, I flop down on the bed. Where the fuck is it? I haven’t even gotten comfortable before my door swings open, smacking into the wall and causing me to jump up, ready to fight. My dad stomps over, getting right in my face.
“Why the fuck aren’t you answering your fucking phone?!” He yells, spit landing on my cheek.
“I can’t fucking find it.” I state. We are both standing in a toe to toe showdown as neither of us will back down from the other.
“Could have fucking fooled me. You’re sitting in this room. Do I need to fucking remind you,” I put my hand up, causing him to let out a growl.
“I just walked in, dad. I was going to head back out and check around after I got ready for the party.” I say, but as soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I fucked up.
“A party?” He laughs, “Not happening, son. See, if you kept your phone safe, you would know you have a job to do tonight.” He grits. He better be fucking joking!
“What job?” I ask, raising a brow, folding my arms over my chest. This better not take up my whole night.
“Get ready, you have ten minutes.” He orders, unbuttoning his suit jacket, and taking a seat in the kitchen chair.
“Can I use your phone?” I ask. Hopefully I can tell Z that I’ll be late.
“If it’s to call your little slut you like to play house with, then no.” He snarls. Is he for fucking real?
“And,” he starts back up. “If you fail this test, not only will I make sure you suffer; I’ll end the bitch’s life too. I’ll make you stand there and watch as I fuck her before slicing her throat.” He smiles sinisterly as he gets up from the chair, walks over and stands directly in front of me. “Am I clear?” He asks, wiping a piece of lint from my shoulder.
“Crystal.” I respond, shrugging him off as I turn, heading into my closet to get what I will need for the night as visions play in my head. Someone will be dying tonight.