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But it’s probably no one. It’s clearly a threat, and I’m not going to grace it with my attention. They just want to mess with my head.
I sniff the drink, smelling rum and Coke. And I actually don’t think they’d use drugs to get me into bed, but I have no doubt they’d use them to make me act stupid on video. My parents taught me early. Cameras are everywhere, and people are shitty.
“Besides,” Calvin says in a low voice. “There’s prettier stuff here anyway. Ever hear of fucking lipstick?”
I take a sip of the drink. “I’m sorry you’re not attracted to me. That sucks.”
Someone breathes out a laugh, and Farrow tips back his beer, downing the rest of the bottle. He hands it off to Calvin and then walks to the bonfire, and I’m finally able to see what’s happening.
A naked girl is pressed against a car, a dark-haired guy in black pants grinding against her.
They’re doing that thing I saw last night.
The couple is different, though.
I can’t tell if she’s completely naked, but I spot naked arms, shoulders, and a sliver of bare skin. Way below her hips.
How old is she?
Hunter takes a sip of his drink, his feet propped up on the bumper of his car as the people around him catcall and whistle. He lifts his eyes, watching the show, and I watch him.
Not the show. Him.
He sits there as Farrow pulls off his shirt, taps the other guy on the shoulder, and waits for him to step away, as ifhe’s being relieved of duty. Moving in, Farrow wraps his body around hers, both of them moving slowly into each other, Hunter’s eyes on them the whole time.
I can’t see her face clearly, but her head falls back, her breath fanning the hair in her face. Hunter watches his friend hold her, and I almost can’t breathe.
He likes it.
I don’t know why it surprises me. He’s not a priest, and I’m always shocked when I realize that. When it hits me that he’s going to be alone with girls. He already has been, I’m sure.
He’s just very private about everything. Not like Kade, who wants everyone to know he just got laid.
I head over to Hunter, leaving Farrow’s crew behind as I traipse across the cold grass. Hunter meets my eyes, seeing me approach, but turns back to the show as he takes another drink.
I stop next to his car, but I face the bonfire, watching Farrow not-quite fuck the girl.
“So,” I mumble. “Pennies?”
“What?”
I draw in a deep breath. “You put the pennies on the road.”
I turn my head, looking at him. It was a signal we used—he, Kade, and me—when we were little, before we had phones. It was a way to alert the others of danger. Like to sneak in the back door to avoid our parents if we were late. To tell the others not to come in at all if we were in trouble for mischief. Hell, sometimes we even dropped a penny to signal the others to get us out of a boring conversation.
I don’t know when he did it, but he knew I’d be up there eventually.
He starts to take another drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re such a fucking liar.”
His eyes dart to me, and I look to Farrow again, then the other guys. They told me not to talk to anyone. Not sure if Hunter counts.
I wet my lips, covering my mouth with my cup. “You should’ve warned me,” I whisper.
“I warned you to go home, didn’t I?”
I shake my head. On the one hand, I’m grateful. I should’ve walked the track. I didn’t, and I know better. If I hadn’t seen the pennies, I might’ve not been able to avoid injury as skillfully as Noah.
