F*ck Off: Knox Academy - Term 2 by Crystal North & Jaye Pratt

Author:Crystal North & Jaye Pratt [North, Crystal & Pratt, Jaye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: North River Publishing
Published: 2020-09-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Amelie

Monty is the first one to notice that we’ve arrived, and he waves us over with a reassuring smile. He’s wearing running gear – shorts despite the freezing weather – and I immediately spy the knot tattoo on his left thigh as he stretches. His shorts are far too short for a guy his age anyway, and seeing Step-daddy dearest doing lunges threatens to bring my breakfast back up.

Kalen and Slate smile in welcome at me, but Onyx just smirks. Asshole. He doesn’t think I can do this. I flip him the bird and the others chuckle.

The entire time this exchange has taken place, I’ve been under the intense scrutiny of an old man, whom I’m presuming is Grandpa Knox. He seems to be giving me a very thorough once over and my skin crawls as his dirty old pervert eyes rake over my body in a way which makes me twitch to punch him. Sawyer grasps my hand as we come to a standstill before them all. Is it just my imagination or has he stepped a little closer to shield me from his Grandfather?

“Amelie, I hear you have been training hard,” Monty says as a form of greeting, looking pleased. Before I can reply though, I’m interrupted by the old perv.

“You’re late,” Pops snaps.

I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, but much to my surprise Onyx quickly jumps in and diffuses the situation.

“Grandfather, how about we get this show on the road? We don’t want the Bransons complaining that we don’t know how to run an event.”

“Bransons?” I ask in surprise, but I’m ignored.

“You’re right.” Grandpa Knox sighs, giving me a withering look like it’s all my fault. “Let’s go.”

As I watch Onyx and his grandfather head off to get the event started, I notice Baxter leaning against a tree in his usual get up. I wonder why he isn’t dressed to compete. He smiles and winks at me before pulling his sunglasses over his eyes and taking a long drag from his cigarette. I snort back a laugh at the ridiculousness of the sunglasses. They’re so...un-Baxterlike.

“Attention, everyone!” the announcer shouts through the microphone. There’s a squeal of feedback, and I wince.

Slowly, the hubbub around us dies down and everyone turns to face the speaker on stage, whose loud voice is being amplified over the entire field thanks to a state of the art PA system. “Welcome to the annual Snaidhm family obstacle course.”

I frown at the strangely pronounced word. Is it a name? I don’t know the term at all. It sounds foreign, but I couldn’t tell you what language. The pronunciation is somewhere between spleen and slain to my ears, but over a mic in a noisy field, I could be way off base.

Onyx and his grandfather have joined us again. The old man is muttering under his breath and shooting me dirty looks, and Onyx looks about ready to kill him. Huh, I guess there’s no love lost there between them then.

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