Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)

“Chandra!”


I didn’t register the tone, but I looked up, expecting Cord. I saw another golden beauty instead. This one was even more stunning than Kara. What was it with this school and all the blondes? Kara’s hair had been platinum blonde, but this one was a golden wheat color. Her hair fell down to her waist and she was dressed in similar clothes, with white khaki shorts and a blue polo instead. The material clung to her like a second skin, but it wasn’t tight. It fitted her perfectly. With crystal blue eyes, she could’ve graced the cover of any fashion magazine.

I wasn’t ready for all these girls. Even Chandra was beautiful, though hers was more from her make-up and tanned skin.

All of them looked like sisters.

“Tiff, what are you doing here?” Chandra stumbled over her words.

The girl’s eyes narrowed before they rested on me.

I felt branded. She had scorched me with some meaning behind her gaze. I wasn’t sure what it was, but my skin crawled from it. She didn’t have a good opinion of me. That much I knew, but I had no idea why. She didn’t know a damn thing about me. My head lifted. My shoulders rolled back and I rose to my highest height. For some reason, I didn’t like this girl and she didn’t like me.

She murmured to her friend, but her eyes hadn’t thawed as she stared at me, “I came to check on Kara and see if she needed help with any of the girls. What are you doing here?”

Chandra moved around me to her friend’s side. She gestured to me. “This girl walked in on me and Cord. I was upset and came to cry on Kara’s shoulder.”

The girl, who I knew without a doubt was their leader, frowned. “She walked in on you guys?” She scanned the room. “And she lives here?”

“Yeah.” Chandra seemed miffed about that.

I had no idea why.

“That’s…odd.”

Her entire attitude towards me was odd. I glowered back at her. “Can you two please leave? I need to unpack.”

“No, you don’t.” Cord swept an arm around each of the girls. He squeezed them together and lifted them from the doorway. Chandra squealed, delighted by the attention. The other girl’s eyes widened, startled from the sudden movement. As he deposited them back down, away from my door, he motioned for me. He threw an arm around my shoulder. “Well, little Connors. It’s been riveting. I’ll be seeing you.”

My mouth dropped. That was it?

“Where are you going, Cord?” Chandra spoke up.

He shrugged. “I’ll call you later, Chandra. Family matters first.”

“Family?” The leader’s tone sent chills down my back. Her eyes narrowed as she pierced through me. “Whose family, Cord?”

He stiffened next to me, but forced a carefree chuckle out. “Not my secret to tell, Tiffany. See you later.” He tapped my shoulder. “And you’ll have a package arriving…tonight…” He scrunched up his nose, the nodded to himself. “Yeah, sounds right.”

Before he could leave, Tiffany folded her arms over her chest and stepped forward. “We’ll be seeing you tonight. Did you forget?”

“Oh yeah. Forgot about Jamie’s thing.”

“I’m coming over in an hour to start setting up.”

Her tone sounded casual, but I felt like it was more of a warning. I wasn’t sure if it was to me or Cord, but he lifted a hand before he shot down the back stairway. “Well, see you two in an hour then.”

Chandra’s smile relaxed and she nodded. “Bye Cord.”

One gone. I looked back at both of the girls. Two more to go.

“How do you know Cord? You’re not really his family and what was he talking about, that he had to go and do something for family? He left you here.” The leader spoke for the both of them. “Do you know the rest of the guys?”

I swallowed. This wasn’t a girl I’d want to meet in a back alley, but then I paused. Who the hell was this girl? She hadn’t been in my shoes. She didn’t know anything about me and she had no right to intimidate me.

My chin lifted. It hardened and I stepped close to her.

Her eyelids twitched.

Oh yes. Trying to intimidate me.

“What’s your name?”

She frowned, but grinned. “Tiffany Chatsworth. Look me up.”

“Who are you related to?”

The grin slipped a notch. “None of your business.”

“Who are you screwing?”

Her lips were flat now. “Like I said, none of your effing business.”

My eyes narrowed to slits. “Then who are you to ask about my business?”

She leaned closer, barely an inch away, and gave me a chilly smile. “I’m your nightmare. That’s who I am.”

“Tiffany!” Kara had come around the corner and skidded to a halt. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. “Stop it. This girl is one of mine. It’s my job to look out for her.”

“Then you better start looking out for her.” Tiffany stared her friend down. “Because she just pissed me off.”

As she left, the other stayed behind. She’d been biting her lip the whole time but now looked at the floor.