Page 74 of The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy 1)
I flip him off, but he just laughs, and I settle in for the long haul, five whole hours of being teased and poked at. Just ten minutes later, one of the twins—I don't see who—drops an ice cube down my back and makes me howl and flail as I struggle to get it out of my clothes.
Dickheads.
Eventually, I fall asleep, missing the first bathroom break. When I do wake up, I feel like I'm going to pee my pants, looking out the window and counting to a hundred over and over again to keep my cool. When we do stop, I jump out and take off for the bathroom.
“That's the women's bathroom, you dipshit,” Spencer says, grabbing my arm at the last minute and dragging me over to the men's side. My cheeks are on fire even before we walk in and I see the entire Student Council with their dicks in their hands, pissing in the urinals.
Oh no. Oh god no.
There are urinals at Adamson, too, but there are also plenty of private stalls. I just keep myself confined to the handicap bathroom that has its own door and lock, and everything works just fine.
Right now, I'm panicking.
My eyes catch a whole lot more penis than I ever wanted to see, and I yank my arm from Spencer's grip, racing to the only stall in the room and locking myself in.
“Wow, Carson, what's the rush?” Spencer calls out, but I don't care. I really don't want to see the guys peeing, and I really, really have to go myself. Hopefully they'll just think I'm, you know, squatting for other reasons.
I sigh with relief, finishing up, and heading out to find Ranger staring at me with a weird, wary sort of expression. I pause, and we both just stand there in silence, staring at each other. The twins look between us, and then glance over at Church who's frowning hard.
“Did you just …” Ranger starts, but his best friend's already grabbing his arm and steering him toward the door.
“Let's not hang out in a smelly, rest stop bathroom any longer than necessary.” He guides Ranger toward the door, but the dark-haired dickhead cranes his head around and stares at me until the door closes behind him. Spencer's long-gone, so it's just me and the twins now.
“That was a close one,” I say, exhaling in relief and putting my hand to my chest. The brothers exchange a look, and then turn back to me.
“He's onto you,” they say, pointing at me.
“He is not.” I stand back up and waltz over to the sink to wash my hands. The twins follow me, flanking me on either side.
“Yes, he is,” Tobias tells me, blinking his big, green eyes. “Be careful, Charlotte. Once he gets locked onto something, he's like a freaking alligator. He will chomp down and hold on for dear life.”
“I'm not afraid of him,” I say, and Micah sighs, leading us back to the limo.
For the rest of the drive, Ranger just stares at me, brow slightly crinkled, like he's puzzled about something.
“Chuck,” he finally says, testing out the word on his tongue. “Is that short for something, Carson?” I stare right back at him, the tension in the limo rising with each passing mile.
“It's short for Charlie,” I say, and he lifts one perfectly arched black brow at me.
“Uh-huh. I see.” More silence. “You're your dad's only son?”
“His only kid,” I agree with a smile, my glasses slipping down my face. I let them hang there, crouching in my hoodie and wishing Ranger would look anywhere else but at me. The twins and Church keep trying to distract him, but he's fixated.
Ross and Spencer are freaking oblivious.
By the time we get to the cabins—this picturesque place in the middle of the woods called Twilight Slumber Camp—I'm bolting out that damn door and away from Ranger and his unnerving stare.
The twins catch up to me, and our whole group gets let into the building first to check on the food. Everything's been delivered and set up beautifully, the decorations in the room like something out of a fairy tale. There are big clusters of roses in these giant wooden stands, tied up with huge bows made of wide, sparkling ribbons. Overhead, there are these huge rough wood beams draped in living garlands that drip fat blossoms from the ceiling.
“Oh,” I murmur, pausing and looking up at the giant chandelier, lit with real candles and lending a soft glow to the room. They're helped along by the towering fireplace on the wall beside the food and beverage tables. It's so tall, I could stand inside it if the flames weren't roaring. “It's beautiful in here.”
“Is it?” Ranger asks, and I jump. The twins glance at each other and then move around on either side of me, dragging me away from the Student Council's asshole Vice President.
