Surge by Katelin;katie LaMontagne Read Free Book Online

SpongeBob square ass, I turn my focus back the group. That’s when hear her again.
    “I’m talking to you, Jarry!” Kelly shrieks.
    Oh hell no, this bitch didn’t just use PITA’s childhood nickname for me. Sarah couldn’t say my name until she was five, but could say ‘Jarry’ when she was only a year old, so it stuck like ‘Jon-Jon’ did, which was obviously her name for John. I don’t mind it coming from my baby sister, but I sure as hell do when it comes from the blonde harpy in front of me. I glare at her, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Sarah do the same.
    “It’s Jared ,” I hiss at her. “Now, what the hell do you want?”
    “I’ll call you whatever I feel like, Jarry !”
    “You won’t,” I promise, or else I’ll tie her to the front gate like the ceremonial pig I was contemplating earlier. “Get to fucking point already.” Kelly sniffs and raises her nose in the air before replying.
    “How do we know you aren’t lying to get your way?” Kelly asks with no small amount of disdain, a common occurrence since Victoria’s arrival and my repeated denial of her charms. I meet Kelly’s eyes and send her a look that dares, ‘You really want to go toe to toe with me?’ I mentally curve my fingers in a most welcome invitation. ‘Bring it on, bitch.’
    “You wanna see them?” I inquire casually with arms crossed and leaning back against the wall behind me. “I can personally escort you downstairs and give you an up close encounter with them, that is if you’d like me to. Believe me, it would be no hardship on my end. Hell, they might even grant you an autograph in blood.” Kelly huffs and rolls her eyes, but I can see her shaking in her stilettos as she steps back. Yeah, that’s what I thought. “Anybody else need to see some evidence? No? Are you sure?” I pause. Going once, going twice annnd gone!
    “Alright then,” I announce to the group at large. “You’ve all had your say and now you’ve heard ours, so if you’ve changed your mind and will be joining us, be ready early Thursday morning.”
    With that, I leave the room.
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Chapter Five:
     
    The next morning, I wake up to the beeping of the solar watch I use for an alarm. Reaching around blindly in dark to find it on the floor, I hear a moan and the springs whine as Victoria shifts. Reminding myself to speak with her about the no sleepover over rule when I get back, for the fourth time, my hand finally makes contact with the watch. Silencing that asshole, I wipe sleep from my eyes with a long yawn. I’m getting too old for this shit.
    Groaning all the way, I leave the comfort of a warm bed, since it’s crowded with 130+ pounds of bed hog anyway, and get ready for a day of scavenging. After slipping the watch back on my wrist, I get dressed in some relatively clean smelling cargo jeans, black army issue boots, a short sleeved t-shirt with a light rain jacket for some protection from teeth, while lowering the risk of dying from heat stroke. Then I head down to the hallway, pass through the great room, and into the kitchen for breakfast. John’s already dressed, sitting on the counter and munching on some sort of dry oat cereal straight out of the bag.
    “Morning, dickhead,” I mutter as I make way in. Some nearly expired instant coffee; which admittedly tastes like ass, is my destination. You learn to appreciate the little things, like horrible coffee, when there’s little left in the world.
    “Good morning to you too, sunshine,” John replies with a smirk. The fucker’s been a morning person his whole life, while I’m a night owl who would rather sleep ‘til two in the afternoon. Fucking wheezers. They just had to ruin everything, the greedy bastards. “I see that even a night with Vixen Vicky can’t cheer up your sullen ass.”
    Victoria really isn’t all that great in bed, she just kind of lays there like a dead fish and her moans are so artificial, that it’s like I’m watching an