Exhausted, he leaned on the hood, rubbing his eyes. So fucking tired.
Yesterday had left him stressed out of his mind from dealing with those ridiculous girls. One in particular had crawled deep under his skin. Therefore, he had decided to call up Christa, a girl he had met who went to public school, to help calm his nerves. And make me forget about that fucking crazy-assed Chloe.
Needless to say, it hadn’t really worked. Right when he had almost forgotten about her, Nero had called, interrupting his fun to tell him to be at the school early in the morning to babysit Chloe.
Several different feelings of dislike arose again, and Amo couldn’t help thinking it was a bunch of bullshit that he was getting the shitty end of the job. Nero looked like he was off playing the fucking hero with Elle, and the likelihood that he was going to get laid out of it was pretty high. Amo, on the other hand, had to deal with her best friend who clearly had too many problems to count on one hand, just so Nero could stick his hand down Elle’s panties.
Dammit, that fucker made me the damn babysitter, didn’t he?
Well, he wanted to know why in the hell Vincent hadn’t been nominated. He loved watching girls, and the more damaged, the better it was to him.
That was it. He was getting pretty boy to watch her.
Amo didn’t like the way Chloe made him feel. He felt like he had done nothing except constantly think about her since he had stared at her in Health class just a few short days ago. The only reason he had looked at her was because Nero had gone over to their lunch table, and Amo had been trying to figure out why he had gone up to them in the first place.
After he had taken one look, he had kept going back for more glances without even realizing it. Never had a girl brought up such strong feelings in him, whether they were good or bad. Whatever they were now, he wasn’t going to figure it out.
That girl needed to find one of two things: a nice momma’s boy or God. The last thing she needed was a made man.
Noticing Chloe nervously coming up to him now, he believed she thought he was the devil. It looked like she was about to pull the fucking skin off her hands. He realized the only thing that could possibly help that girl was… the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Twenty-Eight
Vincent Could Turn a Nun into a Whore
The moment she saw him leaning against the car, waiting for her, she wanted to retreat. She instantly regretted telling Elle she would let Amo walk her to class.
When she looked up from her hands, she came to a sudden stop from his stare. Amo looked at her like she was even crazier.
“It’s way too early for this shit,” he mumbled, passing her to begin walking to class.
That comment brought her back to remembering the jerk he was. Then again, despite being a jerk, he had yet to hurt her. Consequently, it was wrong for her to think he would hurt her the moment she looked at him. It was just ingrained.
Having to catch up with him at this point, she went to follow him. Maybe I’m being too hard on hi—
“Beside me,” he growled at her when she got to his back.
No, I’m not.
Taking a small step, she strode to the side of him yet still stayed behind him in a way. At least it was to the side of him and not on his ass like he hated.
Rolling his eyes, he went to place his arm on her shoulder to help direct her. “No, besid—”
Fear gripped her as his hand inched closer, making her freeze in place. She dropped her mouth to scream at him to stop, but nothing left her mouth.
Instantly, Amo froze before he made any contact, seeing the pure fear that masked her face. A glimpse of worry appeared in his own expression.
“I didn’t mean—”
Breathing heavily, Chloe felt like her heart was about to come out of her chest. For some reason, Amo scared her more than anyone had in a long time when there was no reason for her to fear him that way.
Whatever had appeared on his face quickly evaporated. For a split second, she had thought he might actually apologize.
“Just walk directly beside me.” Again, he walked off, turning away from her.
It’s okay. The beast didn’t touch you.
Trying to make herself calm down, she went to follow him again before she made an even bigger fool of herself. This time, she walked directly beside him like he had demanded. All he had needed to do was tell her to do that in the first place. He didn’t have to show her.
They didn’t say anything else to each other as they continued to walk until they arrived at her English classroom.
While she went in and took her seat, Amo stayed outside. It was more than obvious they both didn’t care for the arrangement.
That’s it! I can’t take him anymore!
* * *
When Nero and Elle approached Amo in the hallway, he could tell Elle was antsy as she looked inside to see if Chloe was there safely.
He wished he could tell Elle, she’s lucky I didn’t spank her as—
Amo was shocked when Elle hugged his side, taking his train of thought away. Then he practically shit himself as Elle managed to reach up and kiss him on the cheek.
“Thanks,” she said, practically skipping away into the classroom.
What the fuck?
“Did she just do what I just think she did?”
Nero looked pissed. “Yep, she did.”
“Hey, man, I didn’t do anything.” Amo held up his hands.
Nero took Amo’s shoulder rather roughly. “It’s fine, man. Someone looks like shit today. Rough night?”
Amo tried to keep his voice down, feeling quite passionate about this subject. “Try rough fucking morning. That girl is fucking nuts. I can’t babysit her anymore. Tell Vince to do it; he’ll like watching her.”