“He could be, but he’s such a dick, it just seems too obvious, right?”
“But he knows my secret, and he shouldn’t,” I add, gaping as Spencer gets nailed in the back by Church, pink paint spattering everywhere. I’m sitting there in total shock as he tears his helmet off and chucks it hard at a giant stack of hay bales. The way he storms off, it’s quite clear that he’s fucking pissed.
“Ah, damn, figured that would happen,” Micah drawls, his head in his hand, long fingers tapping against the side of his face as he smirks. “He’s going to be on a total rampage. Better watch out. Do you like anger fucking? I bet you could get some good stuff if you approached him now.”
“You’re such a … urinal cake,” I grumble, and Micah grins.
“Mr. Dave, huh? We can keep an eye on him, too. Can’t hurt, right? At least with you out of Adamson, we won’t have to worry as much.”
“How do you know the killers won’t come after you next? If we don’t know their motivations, we don’t know who they’re going after or why.” I keep my gaze on the competition as Spencer hops on the edge of the fence to watch.
Now that he’s lost … this is all going to be on me, whether or not I want to date the twins.
So much pressure.
Then I realize that I’m not going to be here at all, so dating anyone is pretty much out of the question. I’ll move away; they’ll forget all about me. Life sucks.
“I guess we don’t, but we do know that they’re interested in you.” Micah turns to look at me with an almost perplexed sort of expression on his face, his red-orange hair catching the light. “Everyone seems to be. I wonder why that is? Frankly, you’re a bit of a shithead.”
“Like you aren’t?” I retort back, nibbling at my lower lip. At least if I choose Santa Cruz, I’ll get to see the twins during breaks and stuff, right? Like maybe even for the whole summer? “Did you or Tobias ever date that Emily girl?” I’m not sure why I ask the question, or why I even care, but there it is, hanging in the air between us like smoke.
Micah doesn’t look bothered by it.
“Who?” he asks, and I almost smile.
“The girl who was in the kitchen with you that morning, the one that kept calling you Toby.” He blinks his green eyes for a moment, and then drags his attention from the field to my face.
“Hell no. I barely know who that is. People drop in for our parties all the time, but I can’t be bothered memorizing a sea of ass kissers and gold diggers. Too much work.”
“Did you sleep with her?” And yet another question I shouldn’t have asked. Really, it’s none of my business. I avert my eyes from Micah’s face and focus briefly on the brick floor under my stool.
“Nope. Why? Are you a jelly doughnut?”
I snort.
“I could care less.” I push my glasses up my nose, and Micah smirks, reaching out and plucking them from my face. I try to grab them back, but he holds them out of my reach. “If you don’t give those back, I will punch you in the balls.”
“At least you’ll be touching them,” he purrs, smelling like tart cherries and bullshit. I’m eating it up, too. “Why do you care so much about Emma if you’re not jealous?”
“Emily,” I correct, and Micah stands up, too tall for his own good. I’m going to have to climb him like a tree to get my glasses back. Not an idea I’m totally and completely opposed to … “I was just curious. It’s none of my business, really. I shouldn’t have even asked.”
“Except that you did,” he says, popping the glasses back on my face, grabbing my shoulders, and turning me to face the window. Micah leans down and breathes against my ear. “Well, would you look at that.” I gape as I realize that in the ten seconds I wasn’t looking, Tobias has managed to shoot both Church and Ranger.
He’s won.
He’s fucking won.
“Now you can kiss me and not feel guilty about it,” Micah says as Ross cheers and whistles, waving at the boys through the window.
Crap.
Rock, hard place. Why are you tormenting me so?
Micah leans in, but I dance away from him, waiting for the others to make the trudge up the hill.
“Did you see that shit?!” Tobias calls out, storming into the room and scooping me up before I can even think about how I should react. He kisses me on the lips—hard—and I feel this fire burst through me that’s half guilt, half unadulterated lust.
Spencer scowls as his friend sets me on the floor, grinning triumphantly. Church looks satisfied, like the cat who’s got the cream, and Ranger just appears to be annoyed at the whole situation.
