Page 54 of Saints & Sailors

Whatever underlying feud that was brewing between Bonham and Dreux could wait for another day.

Instead, I was piqued by the last two songs that had played on the radio. One provided a dancehall sound, reminding me of my mom’s friends back home, and the other song had an old school blues vibe to it that was easy to vibe to.

“Dreux,” I said, gaining his attention once he’d parked. “Those last two songs were actually pretty good. What’s their names?”

Dreux unbuckled his seat belt before tossing me a clever smile. “Not a chance.”

It wasn’t until he was out of the car and walking away from me that I realized he was going to hold out on me for my being fussy earlier.

Ugh.

I groaned and got out of the car, slamming his door shut to be extra pissy. I didn’t need him, if I thought really hard, I could just Google the lyrics.

The two rap songs went into the background as I spotted Bonham and his crew lounging around the school fountain. His friends were taking turns tossing candy in the air and catching it with their mouths as he laid back smoking a cigarette.

Bonham perked up at the sight of me approaching him.

“She awakens.” He stood, going and pulling out a mini sign from his jacket that read I’m sorry.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s my fault. I knew what I was doing.”

Bonham slugged my shoulder. “I don’t text apologies. I like to do them in person. I would’ve come by, but your old man hates me. I’m glad you’re okay.”

It was hard to believe people hated this guy when he spoke like he did. I respected his stance on face-to-face apologies, a lot of guys would’ve just taken the easy way out with a simple text.

“No harm, no foul,” I said. It wasn’t like anything happened beyond our dancing and kissing. Which reminded me… I eyed him. “And for the record, I do remember everything.”

Bonham smirked. “As do I, and I recall nothing happened, but if you⁠—”

“I meant about what you said regarding Cameron.”

The smirk washed away instantly. “I say a lot of stupid shit about Cameron when I’m drunk.”

“This wasn’t stupid shit. You’re into her.”

Annoyance covered his face now. “I’ll tell them you’re starting shit.”

“I’m not here to rat you out,” I assured him. “I think you two would be a better fit. Aidan’s⁠—”

“My brother. You don’t cross family, Saylor. Not even for the girl of your dreams.”

“You are such a disappointment on the Bad Boy Scale.” Everyone acted like he was this huge devil worshipping pariah, and yet, he wasn’t bad at all. He smoked, he drank, and he had fun, but what other teenager didn’t do these things?

Hell, he hadn’t even let me walk the streets by myself because I’d been tipsy.

“Speak for yourself,” Bonham replied. “You’re not such a badass either.”

“Excuse me?” Now I felt defensive.

“You had your mind made up about me as soon as that slip about Cameron came out of me. We didn’t hook up because of her and you know it.”

I owed Cameron no loyalty, but Bonham was right. The mention of his crush had killed the mood for me.

Bonham read my answer on my face and went on. “You don’t even know that girl and yet you’re not willing to bed me. Talk about disappointment.”

“We would’ve had fun,” I admitted.

Bonham wiggled his brows at me. “It’s not too late.”