Four Mates & A Tribrid

Chapter 2

"You can't bring this with you," Atticus said, holding up a knife that I had stashed in one of my bags.

I frowned before shrugging. "I can use my fist better anyways." Yeah, right. That was just my decoy knife. Did they really think I wouldn't bring more?

"I love you, Maeve. Who knows, maybe you'll find your mate!" My mother said, smirking at me before squeezing me to death in a hug.

"No." All three of my dads said upon her mentioning of me finding my mate. I honestly think they're scared that I'll find three like my poor mother had. Ha.

"If I'm about to walk into an asylum, will you at least tell me beforehand. I would at least like to choose my last dying words before I'm lobotomized," I said jokingly, which obviously didn't go over well with the blank looks from my parents. "Tough crowd," I muttered under my breath as I walked towards the open door in the back of the car.

The driver shut the door, sealing my fate as I watched my parents get smaller and smaller in the distance. I leaned my body back into the seat and mentally shut the door to my old life closed.

I reached into my pocket, taking a tin case out and opening it to the most prized herb in the world. Marijuana. I took the rolled-up joint out and cracked the window.

The driver, Ian, looked back at me and smiled. "You know you can't be doing that at the academy, Maeve."

I rolled my eyes and took a hit. "If humans can use it as medicine, then who the fuck can tell me I can't?" It's true. It really does help me calm down, which in return, makes my magic calm down.

Soon enough we arrive up the sloping roads leading to a looming gate with fog surrounding the front lawn of the academy. My reddened eyes practically rolled out of my head at the cliche looking setup in front of me. This looked like a supernatural version of beyond scared straight.

Ian pulled the car up outside and went around to the trunk to retrieve my bags. I lazily get out of the car, feeling the buzz of weed flow through my system.

"You could at least act like you're a proper, sober student," Ian whispered in my ear as he put his hand on my lower back, pushing me in the direction of the front doors.

I smiled, leaning slightly into his touch. "We both know I'm no proper lady, Ian." I teased, knowing that he's probably thinking of our late-night hookups when he was supposed to be chauffeuring me around. He cleared his throat, pulling open the doors and ushering me inside.

The building was surprisingly empty when we entered. A few students were scattered here and there as we walked down the hallway towards what I assumed was the headmaster's office. 

I stopped abruptly, one inch from almost crashing into a wall. I looked up. Nope, not a wall, but a solid chest covered in a black tee. My eyes trailed up, locking with pitch-black eyes of an angry madman who was currently glaring at me. A hot madman. "Do you mind?" He sneered in a sinfully dark voice.

I smiled sweetly at him, which obviously threw him off. "Do you fucking mind?" I asked back, turning my smile into a downright terrifying scowl.

I stepped around him, feeling those dark eyes on my back. I had a feeling that if I turned around, his eyes would suck me into a vision. I don't give a damn how hot he was, I wouldn't be falling for it.

I walked into the open doorway of the headmaster's office and my eyes immediately sought out the tall muscle of a God, blonde in the corner. His eyes caught mine as he subtly looked at me from head to toe. He smiled brightly at me.

"Ah, Ms. Maxwell. We're so glad to have you here. Welcome to Nightwood Academy, I'm Headmaster Oxford." The frail-looking old man said from the desk in the center of the room.