Page 66 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
“Huh, what?” I ask, feeling my skin get hot and itchy as I pull out one of the boxes and the water.
“Nothing,” Hael says absently, gunning the engine and drawing every eye in that parking lot. The women are lusting after Hael, the men after the car. It’s pretty pathetic. But I can't say I totally blame them. It is hot. The Camaro, I mean, not the man.When we get back to the house, Vic is smoking weed outside with Cal while Aaron entertains the girls and Oscar sits perched on one of the chairs in the living room, fucking with his iPad. Always with the damn iPad.
He glances back at the two of us, gray eyes sharp. He doesn’t miss a thing, this guy.
“Did you get the pills?” he asks, and I frown. It’s not really any of his fucking business, is it? “And did you take one?”
“None of that is your business or your choice,” I snap back, my fingers curling around the handle of the bag. Oscar adjusts his glasses and smiles at me. It’s not a very nice smile.
“Not my choice, no, but my business, yes. A baby complicates things.”
“You know what would complicate things?” I ask, stepping forward and dropping the bag on one of the side tables. Aaron and I once carved our initials on the underside with a pocketknife. His mother was furious when she found out, even though you can’t see it unless you get down on the floor. “If I kicked your ass and choked the life out of you a second time.”
Oscar’s face darkens, but before he gets a chance to reply, the back door is opening and Vic is stepping inside. He’s goddamn huge, and not just physically. His personality and presence takes up the entire room and sucks the air right out of me.
“What the hell is going on in here?” he asks as Callum slips past him, grabs that black bag of his, and slips right back out. He winks at me before he goes, and I frown, wondering where the hell he’s off to.
“Oscar thinks it’s his business whether or not I got the pills and whether or not I take them.” I lift my chin up, expecting resistance, but Vic just sighs and gives Oscar a look.
“Leave her alone,” he says, and although the words sound tired, the order is there. It’s not a fucking request. Oscar grits his teeth and stands up, reaching up to push ebon black hair from his forehead.
“It’s not often we have two days off during the week. I say we take advantage of it.” Oscar looks at me like he wishes I’d keel over and die. Hael just whistles under his breath and slips past me, heading for the kitchen to grab a beer. “Let’s go get the wedding dress.”
“The wedding dress?” I ask, feeling my stomach dip. “I …” I have no good excuse to get out of this. This is what I signed up for, isn’t it?
“Do it,” Vic says, closing the sliding door and locking it. “Let me get changed first.”
“You can’t pick out the dress with me,” I scoff, feeling my palms get sweaty. “It’s bad luck.”
“Bad luck?” Vic echoes, and Oscar smirks, noting his boss’ discomfort and probably enjoying it, too.
“Bernadette is right. It’s bad luck to see a bride in her wedding dress before the wedding. I’ll take her.” Oscar tucks the iPad under his arm. “Assuming she won’t try to choke me while we’re out.”
“Don’t press your luck, and I won’t have to,” I retort, crossing my arms over my chest and returning Oscar’s hard stare.
“I really can’t go?” Vic asks, looking confused as fuck. He glances between Oscar and me, his gaze lingering on my lips. I wet them subconsciously, and he closes his eyes. Maybe, like me, he’s thinking about our quickie and wondering what it’d be like if we both gave in, if we took our time. “Fine, what the fuck ever. I want this wedding done right. Go.”
He opens his eyes again and looks right at me, but I can’t hold his gaze. When I do, I feel my armor start to break apart, and all these little worries and fears and wants and desires begin to creep in and tease my aching flesh.
“Let’s go,” Oscar says, giving Hael’s beer a look. “Give me your keys; I’ll drive.”
“Don’t you fucking scratch that fresh paint,” Hael warns, but he hands over the keys to his precious Camaro like it’s nothing.
I consider saying goodbye to Heather, but then I hear her faux screaming something about dragons and decide to let her be. Sometimes, you just want to be left alone inside your fantasy.I fully expect our ‘shopping’ trip to take place in a trailer full of stolen goods, much like it did when we went to get the luncheon dress. Instead, Oscar takes me to a proper bridal shop. I end up standing on the sidewalk outside the doors, soaked in sweat and shaking with nerves.
