Page 59 of Saints & Sailors

He squeezed my shoulder before attempting to leave. It was only after he had his back turned to go that I realized how silent my table had gotten.

Bonham sat back coolly. “Hey, Dreux?”

Dreux regarded him curiously.

“Don’t ever walk over to my table and not speak to me again, okay?” It was a veiled threat, one that Dreux was smart enough to catch on to.

Dreux didn’t react, though. With a grimace on his face, he turned on his heel and stalked off.

I faced Bonham. “What the hell’s up with you two?”

Bonham shrugged. “Ask the boy scout.”

I heaved a sigh, wondering just when I’d unravel the mystery that had them at odds.

As I dug into my mac and cheese, I let it go and focused on having lunch with the misfits before me.

By the time the school day ended Monday afternoon, I found myself actually wanting to stay and hang out. Really, I was willing to do anything to avoid working at Dreux’s mother’s salon.

It didn’t take a lot to notice she wasn’t so fond of me.

I wondered how long this charade would last. Hell, was she even going to pay me?

Scott probably didn’t want me working at the grocery store with him out of fear I’d embarrass him or something. Points for him for knowing I didn’t have the stones to challenge Angela. One pointed look from her and I knew my place.

I was so full of questions, I barely noticed Bonham had joined me at my locker until he started waving his hand in my face.

“Hey.” I chuckled as I swatted his hand away and shut my locker door. “What’s up?”

He nudged me with his shoulder and we began walking toward the nearest exit. “You wanna head back to my place? I’m tanking Economics 101 and I’m not too proud to beg for assistance.”

Beside me he clasped his hands together, making a cute puppy dog face as he begged for my help. He was such a babe.

“Can’t,” I told him as I frowned. “I have to go and start work today at Dreux’s mom’s shop.”

We entered the student parking lot and Bonham scowled. I knew it was futile to ask again about their beef. If he wouldn’t tell me, I’d get the answer out of Dreux. Someone had to fess up.

“Bummer.” He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his ripped jeans. “Now what do I do?”

“Isn’t Cameron a tutor?” I asked.

Bonham lifted a brow. “Yeah…?”

“She’s staying after school today to help tutor, go and ask her.”

Bonham chewed on his lip as he looked around the parking lot at nothing in particular. “She’ll never bite.”

“You need help, and Cameron’s not the type of girl to leave you hanging.”

“You just got here,” Bonham pointed out.

I may have been new to town, but I read Cameron pretty well. The same way I could read that Bonham was a decent guy.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and held it up. “Want me to text her and ask?”

My eyes must’ve been playing tricks on me, or Bonham was blushing.

Puffing up his chest a little, he stood tall. “I got it.”