The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

The day dragged on longer than I thought possible. Every class felt endless, every hallway another gauntlet of whispers and stares. By the time the final bell rang, I was more than ready to go home and leave the suffocating atmosphere of school behind.

As I wheeled my bike out of the parking lot, I spotted them-Elijah, Isaiah, Alex, and Austin. They were leaning against Elijah's jeep, waiting for me like they always seemed to be lately. Their presence was as predictable as it was infuriating.

"Need a ride?" Elijah called out as I passed them.

"No," I said, not even looking in their direction.

I hopped onto my bike, gripping the handlebars tightly as I pedaled past them. I could feel their eyes on me, but I ignored them, focusing on the road ahead.

The ride home was uneventful until it wasn't. About halfway there, the familiar rhythm of my bike chain suddenly gave way with a

loud clink.

"Damn it," I muttered, coming to an abrupt stop. I hopped off the bike, inspecting the chain, which had slipped off completely. It dangled uselessly, smeared with grease and dirt.

Before I could even begin to figure out how to fix it, the hum of Elijah's jeep engine filled the air. I looked up to see the black vehicle pulling up beside me.

"Need help?” Elijah asked, rolling down the window.

"No," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.

The door opened, and he stepped out, followed by the others. They approached cautiously as if they were afraid I'd lash out, which wasn't entirely off base.

"Stormi," Isaiah began, his tone annoyingly calm, “it's just a bike. Let us help."

"I said no!" I barked, shoving the bike forward.

The twins exchanged a look, and Austin stepped closer. "Come on, little mate. You don't have to do everything by yourself."

I turned on him, my anger bubbling over. "Yes, I do! I've always had to do everything by myself!"

They froze, clearly taken aback by the venom in my voice.

mate doesn't mean you actually give a damn about me. You hated me before, remember? Or did you forget all the times

miserable?"

in a placating gesture. "Stormi, we're just

heaving. "Don't act like you're doing this out of the goodness of your hearts. I don't need your

I never have."

tangible. For

my bike and

They didn't leave.

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Chapter Twenty

engine behind me as I pushed my bike along the side of the road. They followed at a crawl, keeping just enough distance to avoid

grated on my nerves, but I refused to give them the satisfaction of

called out from

Alex," Isaiah muttered, though his voice was loud enough

hands gripping the handlebars so tightly my knuckles turned white. The

Elijah's voice called out, softer this time. "At least let us give you

him, my jaw

stupid," Austin said, clearly frustrated. "We're not trying to upset you. We just want to

you're doing a terrible job of it,"

and my

fell silent again, save for the low rumble of the engine. I could feel their frustration, their

the forest, my arms and legs were screaming in protest. The cabin was still a good fifteen minutes away,

stop a few feet behind me, and I heard the sound of doors opening

of them getting out, their

doing?" I demanded, my voice tinged with

walking you the rest of

"You've got to be kidding

matter-of-fact. "And we're

alone, but I didn't have the strength. Instead,

a small mercy. But their presence was impossible to ignore, their footsteps crunching softly

me.