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.

continued, my voice shaking with frustration. "Just because I'm suddenly your mate doesn't mean you actually give a damn about me. You hated me before, remember? Or did you forget all the times you

miserable?"

hands in a placating gesture.

like you're doing this out of the goodness of your hearts. I don't

I never have."

heavy, the tension almost tangible. For a

grabbed the handlebars of my bike and started walking, the broken chain

They didn't leave.

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Chapter Twenty

me as I pushed my bike along the side of the road. They followed

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

being ridiculous," Alex called

muttered, though his voice was loud enough for me

hands gripping the handlebars so tightly my knuckles turned white. The afternoon sun beat down on me, legs ached from the effort,

called out, softer this time. "At least let us give you a ride the

him, my

frustrated. "We're not trying to

of it," I

and my

low rumble of the engine. I could feel their frustration, their helplessness, and

legs were screaming in protest. The cabin was still a good fifteen minutes away, and I wasn't sure I had the energy to make it the rest of

few feet behind me, and

around to see all four of them getting out, their

doing?" I demanded,

of the way," Elijah

at him, incredulous. "You've got to be

tired," Isaiah said, his tone matter-of-fact. "And we're not letting you do

wanted to argue, to tell them to leave me alone, but I didn't have the strength. Instead, I turned

to talk to me again, which was a small mercy. But their presence was impossible to ignore, their footsteps crunching softly on the

me.