No.
No fucking way.
I’ve never felt more welcomed in a group of friends before. When I’m with the Student Council, they feel like family. If I start suspecting them, I’m just going to go belly-up from worry. I have to trust someone in all this, right?
But … just because he’s a dick …Ross (I kind of like him, but also he’s an ass pig, used to be in love with Spencer)I toss the pen down on the notebook, take a photo, and send it to my group chat with the guys, just to see if they have something else to add. The brief excitement at having actually made a list is fleeting because as I look at it, I realize how little we actually know.
On the bottom I add, weird stone, red wax, dead bird, two keys.
Yeah, that’s helpful.
To really get to the bottom of this, I need to go back to Adamson. I’m just not sure that that’s ever going to be a possibility.
I finish my food, pack my stuff, and head back to Monica’s with the black SUV trailing behind me.The last day of school is, fortunately, a half-day. I'm so excited to get out of there that I'm practically buzzing. When I head outside with Monica and a few of the other girls, I come to a sudden stop, my mouth dropping open.
There are several sportscars parked along the curb, all of them a hell of a lot nicer than even the rich kids at SCHS have. Two of them are matching Lamborghinis, and the other is a shiny black … well, something. I’m not exactly a car girl. But it looks expensive as shit.
“Chuck!” the twins call, waving in unison, and then they're rushing up the brick steps toward me. Tobias sweeps me up first in his arms, spinning me around in a circle and squeezing me so tight that I feel these warm little tingles move through me.
I'm so excited to see him, touch him, smell him, that I can hardly breathe.
I'm excited to smell my boyfriend? That is so not normal.
“Missed you, dickhead,” Tobias murmurs near my ear, making me shiver. He sets me down and his brother picks me up next, giving me a hug that's just as warm and all-encompassing as his twin's. He might be the 'meaner' of the two, but there's a lot of heart in his jerk-wad yet.
“Miss us?” he whispers, and then he plants this little surreptitious kiss near my ear that has me shivering. When he sets me down, I find Spencer waiting.
“Chuck,” he says, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He's so much prettier in person than on the phone that I lose my breath for a minute, and I have to swallow three times before I can talk.
“Hey,” I respond, all casual and shit. I tuck some hair behind my ear and pretend to be all cool and aloof. Doesn't work. Spencer just gives that fox grin of his.
“Seriously, Chuck? You really are an ass pig—slacks or a skirt, doesn't seem to matter.” He curls his fingers behind my neck, pulling me in close and giving me a kiss that sears through me, this ardent burst of fireworks that light up my entire soul. Holy hell. His tongue sweeps mine, and I groan, leaning my body into his, putting my palms on the white cotton of his t-shirt, and digging my pink-painted nails in.
“Get a room,” Micah snorts, and I grin, pulling back to find Ranger and Church waiting at the bottom of the steps. I throw my arms around Ranger's neck without thinking. He seems surprised for a minute, but then he's hugging me back. Shit, he could give classes on this whole hugging thing.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask as I pull back and then look over at Church. He doesn't seem like the most huggable person in the world, but then I remember him bringing me chocolate and a hot water bottle for my period.
His eyes crinkle a bit at the edges, and he gives me this cocksure little smile.
“Come here, Chuck,” he says, and then he gives me a surprisingly decent hug.
“What the fuck is all this?” a voice asks from behind me, and I turn to find Cody standing just a few feet from Monica. He’s left me alone for the past two and a half months, and now he wants to start something? Told ya he was an idiot. “Do you have your own harem or some shit now?”
I turn around, still in Church's arms and find Cody glaring down at us. The twins exchange a look as Spencer grits his teeth. We're on a fast track to violence here, and I don't like it. The Student Council mantra for people that piss them off: beat ‘em up. Not that I’m against seeing Cody’s face scraped across the concrete. It’s just not how I feel like starting my reunion with the guys.
