Page 65 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
“That’s pretty much all she is,” he says as he pulls into the parking lot of a nearby drug store. I figured he’d idle in the lot while I ran in, but he turns the engine off and pockets the keys, glancing over at me as rain spatters the windshield in big, fat drops. “I’m pretty sure I hate her. Maybe I’ve always hated her?”
“You screw people you hate?” I ask, and he cocks a brow at me.
“You slept with Vic.”
He has a point.
Instead of answering, I smile and push open my door, heading out into the rain and ducking into the front entrance. The place smells like bleach and everything is too white and too sterile. For a moment, I just stand there, wondering where I’m supposed to go and what I’m supposed to do. It’s not like I’ve ever needed morning-after pills before.
“You’re right,” I say as Hael comes to stand beside me, a sea of color in an otherwise colorless building. “I hate Vic.”
Hael works his jaw for a minute, like he’s thinking about something, and then gestures with his chin toward the back-left corner of the store.
“Come on, little bird,” he says, and I bristle at the nickname, following along behind him. I don’t need a guy to tell me about morning-after pills; I have Google. I try to surreptitiously pull out my phone to do some quick research when Hael grabs my hand and yanks me along after him. “Ahh, here we go.” He pauses in an aisle filled with tampons and pads on one side, condoms and lube on the other. “Here we go. You have a brand preference?”
“Fifty bucks?!” I choke, grabbing one of the boxes with my mouth hanging open. “For one pill?!”
A couple holding hands starts down the aisle toward us and then pauses, looking unsure.
“Oh Shnookums,” Hael says, pulling me into his arms and nuzzling my ear. My entire body lights up with flame, even as my muscles stiffen up and my fingers clench tight around the box in my hands. “It’s okay. I’m a gentleman. I always pay for emergency contraceptives after coming in my girl.” He pauses and glances over like he’s just seen the other couple. “Oh, don’t mind us. We’re just grabbing supplies for our next fuck-fest.”
The couple makes a very hasty exit as Hael chuckles, and I elbow my way out of his arms.
“Seriously?” I ask with a dramatic eye roll, putting the box back and selecting a slightly cheaper generic version instead. Thirty-five bucks. Vic better reimburse Hael for this. “Alright, let’s go.”
Hael plucks the box from my hand, puts it back, and then grabs four of the expensive name-brand pills.
“Just in case,” he says, lifting them up. “And then because you two are idiots …” He grabs a box of condoms next, hesitates for a second, and then snatches some lube. “Alright, let’s go.”
“I can make my own healthcare decisions,” I growl as I follow him down the aisle. Hael pauses and lets me catch up, raising his eyebrow again.
“Okay, Blackbird. You don’t want this stuff?” He holds it out to me, and I frown.
“I’m not paying you back for any of it. This is Vic’s problem.”
Hael chuckles and shakes his head at me, heading for the front counter and tossing the shit down on it like he’s not at all ashamed to be spending more than two hundred bucks on sex paraphernalia. The woman behind the counter blushes and bites her lip in his direction.
“He’s seventeen,” I tell her, and she quickly drops the flirty act, ringing the items up as Hael glances over at me and narrows his brown eyes.
“Thanks a lot, Blackbird.” He grabs a water bottle from the cooler next the counter and adds that to our tab.
“You’re welcome,” I tell him with a sharp smile, collecting the bag and heading for the door with Hael on my heels.
“Did you know in some states, they won’t let people under eighteen buy morning-after pills without a prescription? Like for real. That’s some psycho Handmaid’s Tale bullshit right there.”
“How do you even know that?” I ask as he unlocks the doors, and a pair of Fuller High girls waltzes by, looking him up and down. Good lord. I’d hate to go out in public with Hael on a regular basis. He gets plenty of attention, and returns it right back, tossing a wink their direction before he finally climbs into the Camaro.
“I know all sorts of fun things,” he says, looking over at me with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes.
“Vic says you’re eager to fuck me over the hood of your car,” I say, and Hael lifts both brows this time. “Is that true? Because he basically ordered me to have sex with you.”
“He did?” Hael asks, sounding a bit perplexed. He blinks at me and the bedroom eyes fade. “Huh.”
