Chapter 4: Amory's P.O.V.
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"So, what do you have to talk to Aunt Tia about?" Tate asked as we walked out the front door.
"Am I the only one you call Auntie?" I grumbled.
Tate laughed.
"No, but you're the only one who gets mad, so it's extra fun," he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"So, what you gonna say to Auntie Tia?" Tate pushed.
I blew out a breath.
"I'm going to take a break from the BOC. Go on a vacation. Ya know, get my head on straight." I said.
"I've never understood that expression. If our heads weren't on straight then-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there." I interrupted my nephew.
"Why?" Tate asked.
"I just really don't want to hear you ramble on about our ability to self-heal." I said, annoyed.
"Okay, okay," Tate replied. "So, why are you leaving anyway? You love the BOC. Fighting is like... your life."
I rolled my eyes again.
"Does this have anything to do with Joe?" He asked.
My head snapped in his direction.
"You know about that?" I asked.
Tate snorted.
"Uh, everyone knows about that." He told me. "Expect maybe Grandma and Grandpa. I swear it's like they like to be blissfully ignorant."
I shook my head.
"Great, so everyone knows what a joke I am." I mumbled under my breath.
"Uh, wouldn't put it that way," Tate said. "Joe's lucky he's alive right now. I know that Dad wanted to kill him a few different times. I have no idea why Aunt Tia still has him around. Dude is a total noodle. He's the real joke. He can't even fight."
So, Tia knows about Joe and my past, and still has him on these missions with me? What the hell is she thinking? It's like she wants me to lose my sh.it.
"Who can't fight?" Gatlin, another nephew of mine said as he came up and threw his arms around Tate and me.
I internally groaned.
"Take a guess." Tate said, amused.
"Hmmmm, Livy? That one new chick with the short blonde hair? She seems kinda.... weak." Gatlin replied.
Tate gave him an incredulous look.
"Didn't you two just-"
Tate stopped abruptly when Gatlin dropped his arms to punch Tate on the arm.
"Shut up." Gatlin gritted out.
"You're sleeping with BOC members?" I asked Gatlin.
"Well, maybe," he replied.
I shook my head. Gatlin is more like me than his own mother. Not that I'm surprised. Tia is a total stick in the mud. I guess Max didn't used to be that way, or that's what he says anyway.
"God, I wish I didn't know things," I muttered.
"Anyway," Genesis said, coming up to the other side of me. "You want us to do something about Joe?"
"Ohhh, that's who you meant by weak." Gatlin said. "Makes sense."
"Alright, no I do not want you to do anything." I said. "And do not let your parents catch you sleeping with the BOC members."
"Who's sleeping with whom?" Daisy asked as she and Ziggy joined our little group.
I groaned dramatically. All I wanted was to walk to Tia's office in peace. These little hooligans.
Our nephews are cute, Saysa said.
They're annoying. I grumbled.
"No one's sleeping with anyone." Gatlin gritted lowly.
Daisy snorted.
"Oh, now I get it." She mumbled. "The girls here have no taste, I see."
I had to snort at that one. Daisy is a cunning and witty little sh.it. She's hilarious, and extremely independent. Daisy really grew to be an adorable girl with a cocky attitude. She has her mother's long golden blonde hair, and her dad's deep blue eyes. Daisy is a couple inches shorter than her mother, but has the attitude of a Phoenix.
"Ya know, you should really wait for your mate like Ziggy and me," Tate said.
"Ziggy's waiting for his mate because he's too shy to talk to girls," Gatlin teased.
I looked up to see Ziggy blush. As much of an as.shole as Gatlin sounded, he's kind of right. Ziggy has been shy since the day he was born. He was a timid kid, and grew to be the same as a teenager. Which is wild because Ziggy is an extremely attractive kid. I see girls looking at him all the time.
I mean, he has jet black hair just like his dad, and golden eyes just like his mom. He's taller than Robby, making him an inch shorter than Tate. Plus, he works out with Tate on a daily basis. I can only imagine how ripped the two of them are.
Not that I want to know. Gross.
"Hey, don't talk about my brother like that," Daisy warned him.
"Or what?" Gatlin asked.
Uht oh.
"Gatlin," Genesis said in warning.
"I'm just asking. Ziggy knows I didn't mean it in any kind of way. Calm your ti.ts chick." Gatlin said.
"Oh Gods," I groaned under my breath.
"'Calm your ti.ts chick'?" Daisy repeated incredulously. "That's it! I'm kicking your a.ss! Right here, right now!" She shouted.
"Whoaaaaa," Ziggy said as he grabbed his sister.
Ziggy lifted Daisy's feet off the ground. She started kicking her legs, and shouting at Gatlin to throw his fists up. I laughed as they all stopped. I kept walking, trying to ignore them.
"I'll take her," I heard Genesis say.
"Wait! Aunt Mo!" Tate called after me.
"You goons get going to the training grounds. I need to talk to the woman in charge." I called back.
Tate caught up with me in no time.
"I just want to escort you, is that so bad, Aunt Mo?" He asked.
"It's suspicious," I muttered.
Tate opened the front door of the school for me, and I walked in. There are people wandering around the school. Lots of kids are just hanging out on their day off. Tate and I headed straight for Tia's office.
I always hated it here. So many people from all around the world have told me my entire life how lucky I am to have grown up here. The Anderson School is a safe haven for all supernaturals. People come from all over to attend school here, attend Mate Week, join the BOC, or just to beg for Tia's help.
I've never felt very lucky to grow up here. Being a Morningstar, I was bullied much like the rest of my siblings. I, however, did not handle it as well as the rest of them. I bullied back. If someone wanted to talk sh.it to me, I talked sh.it better. If someone wanted to belittle me, I degraded them. If someone tried to play a prank on me, I pranked ten times harder. And if anyone ever tried to fight me... Well, I wasn't above breaking bones.
Eventually, everyone started to steer clear of me. I was an a.sshole to begin with, so trying to befriend me was a challenge. Lucy was the only person I ever let in. Now she's met her mate, and left me behind. I'm happy for her, her mate is a great guy, but I miss her.
"So you think that Amory is just acting out because of you?"
I froze when I heard my name. I stopped in front of a door that was cracked open. Inside is the break room for the adults that live and work here. But I know that voice.
Becky.
"Isn't that kind of immature?" She asked, giggling.
I rolled my eyes, and was prepared to ignore whatever she was saying. Until I heard someone reply.
"Well yeah. I mean, I broke her heart, and now she's stuck on missions with me. Of course, that would make her act out."
A low growl erupted from deep in my chest at the sound of that voice.
Joe.
"I can't believe you actually broke her heart, you big jerk." Becky replied, giggling like it was the most amusing thing she'd heard.
I balled my hands into fists. That fu.cking prick. He did not break my heart first of all. I just... let him in. I thought that he at least gave a sh.it about me. I never thought that we were in love. I wasn't heartbroken, I just felt... betrayed.
"Auntie," Tate said lowly.
"Yeah well, I just thought I would show everyone that Morningstar's aren't as scary as they like to make everyone believe." Joe said.
"Morningstar's are still scary," Becky replied.
"Are they?" Joe asked. "I feel like if they were really as evil as everyone says... Mo would have killed me. She only punched me a couple of times."
"Exactly," Tate muttered.
Exactly is right. 'If' Morningstar's were really that evil. The fact that Joe apparently proved that we aren't evil makes them seem even worse.
"She was really good in bed though. So sensitive. I asked Tia to pair me up with Mo more so that I could 'learn' from her. Really I just wanna tap that again." Joe said.
I tensed.
"Why do that, when you can have me-"
Becky was interrupted by Tate barging into the room. It took my brain a moment to catch up with what was going on. By the time I thought about reacting...
Tate threw the first punch.
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