Why the hell was she even calling him now, right when his mood was perfect for once? Typical Scarlet Draven behavior. Like, she had some sixth sense for ruining his day on purpose.
Scarlet Draven—his old boss at the club way too high-end for a teenager to work at. She was stupid rich too, so the fact she even ran the place herself felt suspicious. Parker had been certain from day one that she didn't need the money. No, her reasons were way more twisted.
And he knew this because he had accidentally discovered her dirty little—big secret.
It had been a fluke. Pure, dumb luck. One night, a simple slip-up in her carefully crafted mask of perfection, and boom—he'd seen what she really was.
She'd tried to kill him for it.
His hand instinctively brushed his neck, that phantom tingling sensation still fresh, like it had just happened yesterday. The way she paused mid-attack, sparing him for some sick reason, only to slap a golden leash on his life afterward. No, she hadn't killed him—but she'd made sure he wished she had, keeping him chained close at the club ever since.
And now, after just two weeks of finally being free from her psychotic mind games, she was calling?
Parker exhaled, feeling the spark of his Omni Energy hum in his chest, threatening to flare. Was she worried he might spill her secret? He wouldn't. He didn't have a death wish. Maybe she just wanted to remind him that his life was not his own, just before he returned for another round of her nightmare hospitality.
His phone buzzing continued... He squinted at the screen, scowling.
With a deadpan glare, he swiped to answer.
He hung up mid-sentence.
Parker could almost see her in her sleek, designer office now—lips curling in that signature smirk before twisting into rage.' Yeah, scream all you want.'
The phone buzzed again.
He shut the phone off completely.
"I need a whole new damn phone," he muttered, slumping back in his chair. "That woman's got CIA tracking levels of persistence."
Across the room, Ere was done absolutely demolishing the meat Naomi had served her, and now...
Naomi was holding Ere, scratching behind her ears while the magical little beast purred like a literal engine. Not the classy, dignified purr she usually gave—but the full-on vibrating kitten mode.
Elena, equally stunned, was holding her old iPhone X up, snapping pictures.
"Look at her!" Naomi whispered, baby-talking. "She's such a cutie, aren't you, Ere? Yes, you are!" Ere gave a soft trill, posing for the damn photos like a professional model.
Parker blinked, leaning back in disbelief.
Tessa could barely touch Ere without risking her soul, and Parker had seen the cat straight-up reject any other woman who tried. Even the last time Tessa offered her the best imported salmon from Tokyo, Ere had snubbed her like she was allergic to compliments.
Yet here she was—acting like Naomi had just discovered the cheat code to her heart.
"Yo," Parker said, standing up. "Ere, what the hell is this? Betrayal? Is it because she fed you? Seriously?"
The cat blinked at him, then casually turned her face away like a spoiled diva.
Elena giggled. "I think she likes Naomi more than you, boss."
"Impossible," Parker deadpanned. "I'm literally her entire life. She lives with me. She owes me... cat loyalty or something."
Naomi chuckled, hugging Ere close. "Maybe she just knows I'm cooler."
"Okay, no. That's just hurtful." Ere purred louder.
'You ungrateful little demon.'
Parker sat back down, mentally adding another grudge to his list of betrayals. Scarlet was nightmare fuel, Ere was turning into a sellout, and he still had to deal with—she was making his day somehow.
He opened his laptop, scrolled through, and—yep, he was done. Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra, 1TB model. $2000. Buy Now.
And since he was in a mood—two more iPhone 16 Pro Maxes for Naomi and Elena. Why? No clue. But they were basically his people now, so... responsible spending? Maybe? Whatever. Money came from literally nowhere for him now, so why not?
While his finger hovered over the purchase button, he bought them.
The ln he scrolled through his school's blog for the first time in... ages.
Typical gossip. Same recycled drama.
"NEW TRANSFER STUDENTS TAKE OVER!"
The attached photos had the whole school simping.
Five drop-dead gorgeous girls. Two hot dudes. All stupidly photogenic. But it wasn't the buzz or thirst comments that got him—it was who was in those photos.
The Egyptian beauty from Divine Fitness. The same damn trainer who had watched him crush his physical limits like a total boss.
The literal Olympian ice goddess he'd hit with his car.
Parker sat back, mind racing.
Two? No, wait—three of the five girls looked familiar now that he stared harder.
Photographic memory, my ass. Why couldn't he place the third one? Maybe he had seen her before he got Soulspire and Mental Fortress?
But what bugged him the most was Chione.
He'd wrecked her. No, like actually wiped the floor with her.;Yet here she was, posing in his school's hallways like nothing had happened.
What the actual fuck was going on?
He was going to find out.
And when he did, someone was going to explain why literal superhumans kept showing up in his life. ***Wink***
Yo, my bad for keeping the Silverbrook High arc on ice for so long, but guess what? We're finally here!
No more teasing, no more side quests—I'm, no, we're diving headfirst into the chaos you've all been waiting for. And trust me, it's about to get messy.
This chapter was just a warm-up, a little appetizer before the real drama starts . Expect secrets, tension, and maybe even supernatural flexing from your boy Parker. Plus, I know y'all been curious about the Olympian Champions and Scarlet Draven... and yeah, she's about to shake things up for real.
s? The masks come off. Stay tuned.