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“Cheerleading!” She lights up like a Christmas tree. “I’ll work my magic and get you on the squad. I’m not talking backflips. You can be the girl who holds the signs during the cheer.”
I grin because how can I not when she resembles a set of Fourth of July sparklers, but before I can respond a motorcycle engine growls to life.
Addison mutters, “Damn.”
My head snaps up. I’m expecting to spot Thomas and his gang riding their bikes in our direction, but instead it’s a sight that can rival whatever damage they could have done if they had abducted us.
Addison’s father’s impeccably white four-door eases to the curb. Dizziness disorients me as I imagine the expression he must be wearing beyond the blacked-out windows. I clear my throat. “I thought you told him you’d still ride home with me.”
“He probably feels like being pissed,” she answers.
The motorcycle engines cut off as Addison gathers her purse. I grab her wrist before she stands. “I am so sorry.”
She yanks on my hair again. “You stress too much. See you tomorrow, brat.”
Two steps down, laughter from the circle of men, and Addison pivots so fast her
blond curls bounce into her face. “I can’t leave you here by yourself.”
She said the words loudly, too loudly. Loud enough that the men grouped near the motorcycle stare at us. Her father honks the horn. It’s a shrill sound in the quiet evening.
“Go. I’ll be fine.” Though my palms grow cold and clammy.
The car’s horn screams again into the darkening sky. Addison’s eyes widen as her gaze flickers between the club and me. I can’t go with Addison. Her father doesn’t allow anyone into their house, car or lives. Each second that passes without her behaving exactly how he expects means his wrath will be worse when she returns home.
“Go.” I hold up my phone. “They texted.” A lie. “They’re less than a minute out.”
“Okay,” she whispers, as if suddenly realizing she drew the attention of the people we’ve been attempting to avoid. “You text me the moment you get in the car.”
I fake a smile a true friend will hopefully buy. “Promise.”
Addison nods, then sprints to the passenger side of her father’s car. She opens it, slips inside and sends me one last pleading glance before shutting the door. Her father pulls away. Not fast, not in a hurry. Slowly. Very slowly. Methodical even. Which makes sense because that’s exactly how he is with Addison.
As soon as the red taillights of the car disappear from view, I spam my entire family. I am officially alone with the Reign of Terror. If I die, I’m holding each of you responsible.
A buzz and it’s from my oldest sister, who is working a full-time job fresh out of college a few hours away. Dramatic much?
Me: No, I’m alone at school and there are at least six of the RTMC here.
Second oldest sister, Clara: Them driving by does not mean you are alone with them.
A pause, then she sends a second text. This is her lame attempt at attention. I win the pot. Told you she’d crack by her senior year.
Another buzz, from my oldest brother, Samuel. It’s the middle child syndrome.
My oldest sister again: lol Like Bre would ever be in a situation that puts her alone with the Terror.
Clara, the forever instigator when it involves me: Bre’s too good for that. God forbid she make a mistake. Miss Perfect would never be anywhere near them. She probably thinks she sees them from 2 miles away.
Liam, the oldest one closest in age to me: lololol True. Someone send her a text back and ask her to take a selfie with them in the background.
My fingers curl around the phone as if I could reach through and strangle each of them. I’m still here and each of you suck!
Silence as they realized they’d pushed Reply All. Even with my name at the top of the To section it’s like I’m invisible. Everyone thinks they know me, but no one sees me.
“Everything okay?”
My entire body flinches with the sound of the deep male voice. As if sensing death peering over me, I slowly raise my head and a weight crushes my chest. Golden-blond hair. Ice-blue eyes. Black leather vest. It’s Thomas and he’s standing in front of me.
