Page 57 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
After class, I head outside and find Hael waiting for me.
“Let’s go,” he says, jerking his head toward that cherry red sportscar of his. My fingers trail appreciatively along the shiny paint job before I climb into the black leather front seat, trimmed with red detail. It smells like new car and Hael Harbin in here.
“Am I in trouble?” I ask, and one of Hael’s dark brows goes up.
“With who?” he asks, his voice so cocky and self-assured. I wonder if it’s all a front or if he’s as sure of himself as he pretends to be. “With Vic?”
“With Havoc,” I correct, because I can’t stand to hear Victor’s name right now. I shift on the seat, and the ache between my legs intensifies. My body wants more at the same time my heart is repulsed by what I’ve done.
“Why would you be?” he wonders, genuinely curious, his honey-brown eyes shifting my direction. Too pretty to belong to a jerk like Hael. “Yeah, maybe stabbing that bitch in front of the whole school wasn’t a good choice, but you’re new. You’ll figure things out.”
“Thanks for trying to take the fall for me,” I grind out, even though the words make my mouth hurt. Hael just gives that braying laugh of his and runs his fingers through his bloodred hair.
“Don’t thank me. It’s my official job, to be the fall guy. But Aaron just had to step in there and defend his sweet, little ex.” He laughs again as I tighten my mouth into a thin line, and we pull up in front of Aaron’s house. Vic’s bike is already parked on the curb. He leans against it, smoking a cigarette and staring into space.
He barely looks at us as we get out.
“Well?” Hael asks, as I notice one of the neighbors staring at us from across the street. We look too out of place in this perfect suburban neighborhood, like some sort of incurable blight. It’s only in that moment that it occurs to me what I’ve just done.
I’ve risked Aaron’s safety with his sister and cousin.
He’s just taken the fall for me.
The color blanches from my face, and I feel suddenly dizzy.
“Oscar and Callum are picking the girls up from school. Then we need to take Sophia to the police station to sign off on Aaron’s arrest.”
“Sophia?” I ask, but Vic doesn’t bother to look at me. It’s like we never had sex, like that moment never happened. Good. That’s how I want it anyway.
“Sophia is this old druggie recluse we pay when we need someone to pretend to be Aaron’s mom,” Hael says with a shrug. Vic’s face tightens up, but he doesn’t correct his best friend. Instead, we stand there in the drizzle and wait for the minivan to show up.
“Bernie!” Kara shouts, leaping out of the van and racing over to throw her arms around my waist. Guilt surges anew, and I feel a pit form in the bottom of my stomach. I’m guessing the boys used ‘Sophia’ to get the girls out of school, too.
Ashley gets out of the car next and then stands awkwardly near the garage, like she isn’t sure what to do. I have a feeling that I’m going to need to swallow my guilt at getting the girls’ brother/cousin locked up and deal with this.
“If we can get my sister out of her after-school program, I can stay here with the girls while you guys deal with Aaron.”
Vic nods and gestures in Hael’s direction.
“Take Bernadette where she needs to go; I’ll stay with the girls until you get back.” And then Vic moves forward and lifts Ashley off her feet. The smile that blossoms on her face … it does something strange to my insides. I can’t stop staring at the little girl giggling in Vic’s strong arms.
“Alright, let’s scram, Blackbird,” Hael says, flicking his cigarette into the grass and grinning like he wasn’t just suspended, like his friend didn’t just get dragged away in cuffs. I follow after him, murmur some vague directions, and then we sit in silence with the rain pelting the windshield.
“Why did Aaron do that?” I wonder aloud, almost without meaning to.
“Seriously?” Hael asks, his fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “You’re really asking that question?”
I glance over at him as he flicks on the blinker and turns into the parking lot of Heather’s school. Her after-school program technically runs for another hour, but I don’t want her taking the bus home if I’m not going to be there. Quickly, I tap out a text to my mom, telling her that I’m taking Heather to the mall.
Hopefully she’ll be out at one of her parties until late and won’t notice that we don’t come home.
“Aaron’s in love with you,” Hael says, and my head jerks up from the screen of my phone to look over at him. He’s staring at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind. “You seriously didn’t know that?”
