Sherrilyn Kenyon - Invincible

Okay, time to seriously jack it up a couple of notches. Save your butt while you can. He swallowed hard before he answered. “Door was open.”

Granted he’d unlocked it first, but it was true. It had been open when he’d entered. Minus one important detail.

Normally such a lie would bother him. However, new rules were applied when dealing with a homicidal lunatic.

Devus closed the distance between them to stand toe to toe with Nick so that he could intimidate him. He shoved one shoulder into Nick’s and glared down his nose. “You’re lying, boy. I always lock it.”

That wasn’t a smart tactic to use on a backwoods Cajun whose father was a career felon currently sitting on death row. One who was used to standing up to the worst sort of people and not backing down, no matter what.

Not even if they were holding a loaded gun on him.

As his mama so often said, Gautiers don’t run. Sometimes you want to. Sometimes you ought to. But Gautiers don’t run.

Ever.

Nick rose up on his tiptoes to level the difference in their heights and stiffened as his anger overrode every shred of fear … and probably his sanity, too. “I opened it without any problem at all.”

Actually that was the truth.

And that made Devus furious. “Why were you in here, boy? What were you looking for?”

Since he couldn’t admit the truth, Nick blurted out the only lie he could think of. “I lost the list you gave me yesterday. And I need to get another one.”

Devus’s entire face turned bright red. He reminded Nick of a pressure cooker about to blow its gasket. “How could you have lost the list? How is that possible?”

Nick shrugged with a nonchalance he didn’t feel. “Mom says I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached to my shoulders. Guess she’s right, huh?”

Devus grabbed him by the front of his hideous yellow Hawaiian shirt and held him in two tight fists. “Listen to me, you little punk. Time is running out, and if you think I’ll spare you, think again. I need you to get started immediately today. If I don’t have five of those items in my hand by three, I swear I’ll see you jailed by four. You hear me? And you know what happens to boys who get sent to jail from this school.…”

A cold chill and premonition danced down the length of his spine at the look in Devus’s eyes and the twist of his features. If he’d had any doubt before about Dave’s suicide, that ended it.

The coach was psycho.

And he’d killed Dave.

I’m so dead. How could he get out of this?

A knock sounded on the door an instant before Casey walked in. “Coach Devus?”

The coach literally flung him into the desk before he stepped between Nick and Casey. “What?” he snarled down at her.

Grimacing, Nick straightened to watch the confrontation.

To Casey’s credit, she didn’t back down or flinch at his irate tone. Dressed in a pair of tight jeans and her red cheerleading camp T-shirt, she was exceptionally cute today. She blinked in that vacuous way Nick was beginning to suspect was staged, and smiled. “Miss Dale wanted me to ask you for Friday night’s schedule to make sure she knows what time to have us meet the buses. You can’t do the play-offs without the cheerleaders, you know? We’re a vital part of team motivation, and we’ve been working hard on new cheers for the game.” She winked at Nick. “It’s guaranteed to lift the players’ morales.”

Nick didn’t dare comment on that.

The coach growled before he went to his desk and opened the drawer Nick had searched last. Did I put everything back? If something was out of place, the coach didn’t notice—thanks to Casey’s interference. Devus snatched a sheet of paper out, then slammed the drawer shut. “I already gave this to her.”

Casey shrugged. “She said she misplaced it.”

The coach cut his glare toward Nick. “There’s a lot of that going around lately.”

Ignoring the dig, Casey pranced to the desk to take the paper from his hand. “Thank you, Coach Devus.” Then she faced Nick. “Do you mind helping me for minute? I need someone who’s tall or at least taller than me.” She smiled back at Devus. “You don’t mind my borrowing him, do you, Coach?”

His snarl deepened as he snatched a piece of paper from his clipboard. Folding it up, he held it out to Nick. “You better remember what you’re doing, boy. You hear me?”

Nick nodded and then before he could stop it, the suicidal part of his personality blurted out. “That was three by five, right?”

His nostrils flared. “Five. By. Three. You better remember it.”

“Got it.” Nick tucked the paper into his back pocket as he silently cursed the coach.

“Thank you, Coach Devus,” Casey said, holding the door open for Nick, who felt ill over the entire encounter.

How was he ever going to get out of this?

Casey led him toward the gym. But instead of heading into it, she pulled him toward the alcove where the vending machines were kept so that they would have a little privacy as the students started arriving for school.

“Are you okay?” The concern in her voice mystified him. If he didn’t know better, he might think that she actually had feelings for him, but that was impossible.

“Yeah, why?”

He saw the panic in her eyes as she looked back toward Devus’s office. “I thought he was going to hurt you, Nick. What did you do to him?”

Like he was dumb enough to answer … Well, there were times he was that stupid.

Today wasn’t one of them.

“It was nothing.”

“Nick,” she chided, “that wasn’t nothing. That was pure, ugly rage, and you’re lucky he didn’t rebreak your arm.”

He wasn’t recovering from a break. He’d been shot, but he didn’t want to get into that with her, so he tried to move past her. Before he could make it, she had her hand in his pocket. The next thing he knew, she’d pulled the paper out and was reading it.

His stomach shrank as he tried to take it back. “Give me that.”

She moved like a three-year-old avoiding her parent’s attempt to take away a toy. “What is this?”

Irritated and annoyed, he stopped chasing her. There was no need if she kept prancing out of reach. All it was doing was making him angrier. “It’s mine. Now, give it back.”

She arched a brow at him.

“C’mon, it’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” she asked doubtfully. “It has a lot of … significant things on it. Stone’s class ring? Have you any idea how much his parents paid for that? The ring rep actually called his father at home just to make sure it wasn’t a mistake and that they meant to order something that cost that much.”

Nick hissed at her. “Don’t talk about this out loud. Okay?”

She walked up to him and lowered her voice. “Nick, tell me what’s going on, or I’ll go to the principal with this. I swear I will.”

That was all he needed. He could see this scenario clear as day.

NICK

: Uh, yeah, Mr. Dick, that’s my steal list from the coach that he gave me. If I don’t do it, he’ll kill me. (Sounded nuts to the one who knew it wasn’t. Imagine what it would sound like to someone who hated him.)

COACH

: Gautier’s a lying piece of trash. You know how they are. Come into the world as worthless thieves.

PRINCIPAL

: Yes, they’re all scheming scumbags out to steal anything not nailed down.

COACH

: Here, let me call the police for you.

PRINCIPAL

: Very well. I’ll just sit here and look down my nose at him while you do that.

Yeah, it’d be some variation of that play. But no matter the exact scene, the ending would always be the same.

Him dead in jail.