Chapter 3: Welcome To Hell

Great! Just fucking great!

Khloe stood in the same spot, staring at the wheel marks on the ground. How was she supposed to get to the school when she didn't even know where it was? Oh, fuck.

"Khloe?" Toran's voice came from behind her. Apparently, he had seen the SUV drive off without her.

"Uhmm, can you just give me the address of the school? I'll find my way there." Khloe forced a smile.

"Definitely not. Those boys will come back here and pick you up," Toran replied, anger evident in his voice.

"No, no, no, it's fine. I swear it's fine. I promise. Just let me know where the school is. I can find my way. I promise," Khloe said quickly.

With how angry he sounded, she didn't know what to expect. And she didn't want to find out.

"As I said, Khloe, you are a Wes now, so you go to school with them," Toran insisted, already dialling the boys on his phone.

"How dare you leave your sister alone when you know she doesn't even know her way? Get back here right now!" Toran barked into the phone.

Damn! Khloe shut her eyes in frustration. This was what she had been trying to avoid from the start. This was what she never wanted, and now she didn't even know what the guys would do to her.

In about three minutes, the SUV arrived in front of the mansion at full speed. The guys all rolled down their windows, glaring daggers at her, except Leo, as usual. He was focused on his phone.

Toran marched up to the car, his face twisted in irritation and anger. "Is this how you treat a family member?!" he yelled.

"Sir... sir..." Khloe stuttered. She really didn't want things to escalate, because right now the guys weren't even looking at Toran. They were glaring at her.

"Khloe..."

"It's fine." Khloe nodded. Toran sighed before urging her to get into the SUV.

Eric, who was sitting by the door, reluctantly opened it. Since it was a six-seater, Khloe squeezed past them and headed for the back seat to sit alone.

"The fact that she still asked so innocently irritates the fuck out of me," Desmond growled.

"She's being pitiful, and she just looks pathetic," Ryan commented from the front seat before driving out of the compound at deliberate full speed.

Khloe didn't try to explain. She didn't try to tell them they were wrong. She just calmly plugged in her AirPods and turned the music up to the max, anything to block out their voices.

A few minutes later, the SUV pulled into the school's parking lot, into what looked like their special spot, set apart from the other parked cars.

Khloe raised her head, and her eyes met the gigantic building: floor-to-ceiling windows, gold-plated door signs, and everything else that screamed expensive.

The building felt intimidating, and the air felt suffocating, but she got down from the SUV anyway. She didn't want the guys leaving her behind or anything.

The moment her feet touched the ground, words began flying around. They started as whispers, and then the students stopped covering their mouths and gossiped out loud.

"So she's the new stepsister?"

"Heard her mum has married plenty of men, even the famous Mr. Marcus."

"Heard she's a gold digger. She married for money, and once she sees the next rich person, she latches on to them."

"I'm sure she's just like her mum. If not, why is she coming to school with the boys? She thinks she belongs here already."

"I don't like her."

"The girl is pretty, though."

Khloe sighed. Her AirPods stayed in her ears, but the volume was lower now, so she could hear everything they were saying.

This wasn't the first time she had gone through this. Her other schools had been the same. And she knew this one would be worse, since these were the children of the richest.

"Well... well... well... if it isn't the new Wes's stepsister." A girl stopped in front of Khloe, her makeup heavy and her clothes barely covering her body.

Khloe didn't say a word. She just stared at the girl, waiting for her to say or do whatever she had come to do.

"Let's welcome the new student, guys!" the girl yelled, and immediately something came down on Khloe's head, soaking her down to her feet.

Cold water.

The students began laughing and pointing at her, enjoying the show, but all Khloe cared about was that her AirPods were still working perfectly in her ears.

She looked up to see the brothers, except Leo, smirking at her coldly as they walked away, with Leo already ahead of them.

Not like she was expecting them to help her or anything.

"The Quads don't even care about her. They walked away. I'm sure she's the one throwing herself at them," a student yelled from the crowd.

Throwing herself at them? Oh please.

"My Quads wouldn't look at trash like her twice," the girl from earlier said, flaunting her fake extensions.

"Yes, the Quads belong to Indigo and Indigo alone," another girl chanted while the others applauded.

Are they sacks of oranges?

Khloe stared at Indigo with a bored, exhausted gaze. She just wants to get her registration done.

"She's not even reacting, hmph," someone said from the crowd.

React? This is the kindest bullying she has ever received.

"I hate your face, I hate your skin, I hate your lips..." Indigo kept listing as she walked closer to Khloe until they were standing face to face, with only a few inches between them. Khloe was obviously taller, even with Indigo in heels.

"Stay... away... from... my Quads... especially Leo, or else I'll ruin that ugly face of yours," she spat, and walked off.

Thanks, Mum, for making every second of my life miserable.

Slowly, the students dispersed, still mocking her and calling her names. Some even went as far as throwing things at her, but thankfully none of them were harmful.

After they had all left, Khloe shut her eyes and took a long breath before opening them slowly.

How do I even go about my registration?