She makes a dismissive noise. “He couldn’t find my clit with a map. And he’d probably ask me if I was okay after each tiny slap.”
I shrug. “You can take my offer. You’ll get what you need, but I’ll have to verify any information you give me in exchange. I can set it up for the following weekend.”
“Before or after the Homecoming dance?” She leans her elbows on the table.
“Do you have a date?”
“Are you offering?” She arches an eyebrow.
“Fuck no.” I chuckle. “I have a date.”
She shrugs. “I’m going with Alex Mitchell.”
He’s a basketball player. That tracks with them hanging all over the players at lunchtime.
“You going to fuck him or ditch him?”
Ashley rubs her hands together. “Your guy can be there?”
“He can.”
“Fine.” She glances at her phone.
“You still fighting with Sidney?”
Ashley’s gaze narrows on me as the server puts our drinks and orders in front of us.
“Can I get you anything else?” The server wrings her hands but keeps a forced smile on her face.
“Nah, we’re good. Thank you.” I give her a smile and she hurries away.
“How long have you had that recording?” Ashley eats a fry.
“A year or two.” The shit we have on people is to keep them in line. Sidney didn’t step wrong until this year. There was no reason to blow that up.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was a two-faced bitch?”
I bite into my burger and shrug with a smirk. “I figured you knew.”
She makes a noise of acknowledgement. It’s not like anyone thinks Sidney Brown is genuine.
“Your girl made Sidney furious.” She dips her chicken into the honey mustard. “That doesn’t bode well.”
We knew that going in, but Harper had to stand up for herself, or they’d always see her as a target. At least Ashley is calling Harper my girl.
“You know what she’s got planned.” It’s not a question. Ashley is Sidney’s right hand. Sidney doesn’t do anything Ashley doesn’t know about.
She smiles smugly. “She has plans.”
I don’t say anything, just eat my burger and wait.
“Does the guy go to our school?” Ashley’s tone is passive, but there’s interest there.
Technically... “No, he’s in college.”
“Hmm.” Ashley finishes her fries while she contemplates. This is just how she works.
Glancing at my phone, I push my empty basket away from me. “The offer ends at the end of this lunch.”
