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I smiled, going for sultry, when I moved up next to Carter, sliding my hands along the counter, right beside him. Then I grabbed hold of his pants and yanked him off the counter.
I stepped back as he fell to the floor, landing on his ass.
“That’s more entertaining to me.” I grinned at him. Tray lifted me up and placed me beside him.
Carter sat there in shocked silence for a moment. “The fuck—” he finally sputtered, glaring at me as he stood up, brushing off his pants.
“You’re a moron.” Tray chuckled. “When you say moronic stuff, you need to expect to be treated like a moron.”
Grant moved back to the sub, which had been left out. He picked up a piece, and remarked, “Man, thanks for the food, Carter. I get sick of Tray’s pizza all the time.”
“Hey, don’t forget KFC,” Tray balked weakly.
Grant ignored him. “Too bad you gotta go back to boarding school. You should not go, like your parents would ever know. Aren’t they in Europe? Just have Taryn sneak in and steal all your contact info. They wouldn’t have a way to get a hold of your parents.”
“What?” Carter looked at me, interested.
“No,” I said automatically. “No. No.”
“You could do that?” Carter asked.
“No. I can’t. Not anymore. No.”
“That would be awesome. I wouldn’t have to go back and my parents wouldn’t cut me off.”
“I’m not doing anything. No.” I shot Tray a pleading look.
He laughed.
“Seriously, Taryn—”
“No, are you not listening to me?! I said no. I’m done.”
A very loopy looking Mandy piped up, “I won’t let her. So you can hate me. But Taryn’s not allowed to do anything illegal…like that.”
“Go find a computer genius, promise him whatever he wants and have him do the computer stuff. I don’t think you need help breaking into your school’s offices. You just need someone to hack into their system.”
“I could do that.” Carter was thinking pensively. “In fact, I could do that from here. I know some guys that could do it.” He took off, darting out to his car.
Tray and Grant were grinning.
“What?”
“He’s just going to threaten ‘em,” Tray answered, laughing. “Carter’s not big on public relations. He’ll threaten ‘em, they’ll report him, he’ll get in more trouble, and the dudes will get their asses kicked in the end.”
“He might get an extended suspension then. He gets what he wants either way,” I mused.
Just then Amber, Sasha, and another girl came into the room giggling—see annoying!
“What’s going on?” Amber asked pleasantly. She tended to downplay her stuck-up, bitchy, goddess-like persona around the guys.
Sasha was quiet.
“Not much,” Mandy answered her.
“We should go to the diner. Or to Sers,” Amber suggested, glancing around the group.
“Let’s go to Sers and rent a boat,” Jasmine added. “That would be a lot of fun.”
