Page 37 of I'm Gonna Get You Back
Pushing a hand through my hair, I ask, “It wouldn’t be personal? Just Legacy stuff?”
“Reid.” She holds my gaze. “Legacyispersonal.”
I get her meaning. We all went through hell last year because of this program.
But her most of all.
Despite my goal of staying away from her this weekend, despite knowing what a bad idea it is to spend time with her again, I know my answer already. I owe her this.
“Okay.”
I can’t handle her grateful smile, so I start walking through the soft grass. I’m almost to the house when my phone buzzes in my pocket.Desperate for a distraction from the chaos of my mind, I pull it out, blinking rapidly. The brightness of the screen is almost searing in the dark.
It’s a text from Delaney with a screenshot of a new post and the message,Ummm???
@LEGACY_LORE: Our 5 Legacies are all officially home. But they better get some sleep soon. Tomorrow’s a BIG day for them. After all, betrayal doesn’t come from your enemies… More soon.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Not just because of the words. But because of the picture—a photo of the crowd atthisparty.
I don’t know what this person is trying to do, but I now know it’s someone among us doing it.
Someone watching.
CHAPTER TENCLARATHEN
IN AN EFFORT TOfly as deeply under the radar as possible after the truth-or-dare party, I tried to get out of homecoming. Especially because my mom had missed a few shifts at the hospital ever since I told her about Dad not coming home, and I needed to work every free night I could to help out.
But Delaney and Kenji convinced me to take a night off, saying we could go to the dance as a friend group with Mitchell and Reid.
Which worked for me since I wasn’t particularly interested in seeing Reid with another girl after the way he kissed me. Though we’d barely talked since.
Delaney wasted no time as she went into full pom-squad mode, and bounded to the dance floor, moving her body with full confidence. It wasn’t sexual, exactly, but there was something undeniably hypnotic about the swirl of her hips, the toss of her hair. A lot of people watched her, and she drank in the attention, as usual.
Amaya and Nicole joined her from another part of the dance floor, the three of them squealing and singing along to the music. It seemed like the two of them had started to ice me out ever since the party, but Delaney told me I was being paranoid. Delaney called out to our group, beckoning us to the dance floor with a curl of her finger.
Most of them followed. I would’ve bet a large sum of money that Reid wouldn’t be one of them.
I would’ve lost.
Because he walked to the group and started moving with her easily. Confidently. Heat crept up my neck at the way his hands traveled the length of her torso before spinning her around.
My mouth fell open. “He candance?” I spluttered aloud.
Mitchell, who was standing next to me, chuckled. “Oh yeah. He took hip-hop dance classes all through middle school.”
I closed my eyes and put a hand over my heart. “It would be cruel to lie to me.”
“Oh, trust me. Bop til You Drop,” he said, laughing harder.
“No!” I gripped Mitchell’s arm to steady myself on my heels while I cracked up.
“He’s going to kill me for telling you that,” he said.
“I’m sure he won’t care,” I said.
Mitchell scoffed. “C’mon, Clara. He has such a thing for you.”
My stomach swooped. Obviously I wasn’t oblivious to the vibe between me and Reid, but there’s a difference between chemistry and someone having athing. A thing implied… feelings. Mitchell must have been misreading the signs.
