Page 63 of Savage Games


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“Someone came to the girls' dorms wearing one of those black robes you guys wear. Whoever it was stood at the back door, behind the steps, and took a bunch of pictures with their phone.” I turn to face him, tucking one leg under the other. “Phones are not allowed here anymore, unless you’re part of The Lawless, so I doubt anyone would be dumb enough to flash it in public, except the three of you. Not to mention, the robe pretty much gives you guys away.”

Jagger's eyebrows knit together, and he looks at me. “That wasn’t us.”

“Well, I know it wasn’t Crew because he was at practice. So it only leaves you and Neo. But if you say it wasn’t you, then that only leaves one person.”

“Neo?” Jagger scoffs, sweeping his hand through the air. “Nah. Neo would’ve told me if he was doing something like that.”

He might believe that, but I don’t. I’m also not sure I believe Jagger. Why should I? For all I know, right now is a part of their fucked-up game. He could leave me up here on this Ferris wheel for hours…days, even.

“Is this a game?” I blurt out, my head in a fog from the weed.

“This? As in us being up here? No. Not a game.”

“Then why did you bring me here? What’s the catch?”

Jagger stands in front of me, holding the corner of the car roof. It rocks a little, but he holds himself steady. “You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”

“Do you blame me?”

“I just think it’s best if you stop asking so many because you won’t always like the answer. As for us being up here…just figured you’d want a little escape.”

I bring my legs up, hugging my knees to my chest as I watch him. When I was younger, being in Jagger’s presence made my legs turn to jelly. My chest felt like it was caving in and my heart would jump into a frenzy of erratic beats. He’s stupid attractive, and he has this charm about him that isn’t apparent often. Right now, though, I see it clear as day. The apprehension in me says not to bite. Especially after what he did last night.

“I didn’t think last night was a game either, yet it was.” The words come out of my mouth so fast and I wish I could take them back. I don’t enjoy making myself vulnerable, and saying that has put me in a position to replay the unguarded state I was in last night.

Jagger bites the corner of his lip. “I never said last night was a game.”

“But…Neo—”

“Neo said it was a game. I never did.”

“You laughed, though. You went along with everything he said.”

“Sometimes it’s best to just do what Neo wants.”

It wasn’t a game.

It was all Neo. He’s the one who turned Crew and Jagger against me all those years ago. From the very beginning, he’s manipulated them into thinking I’m this awful person, just because I was close with his sister—his sweet, precious Maddie.

Jagger drops his hand and walks across the car. He grips the edge and looks down. “We should go.”

The thought has me peering over the car we’re sitting in. It rocks slightly as I lean forward, getting a glimpse of the view beneath us. “Jagger,” I say, still looking down, “how do we get down?”

“Same way we got on.”

My arms cross over my chest as a chill ripples through the air. “I think I’ll just stay here. Send food and water.”

He laughs, straightening his back. “You’ll be fine.”

I shake my head no. “Getting on was easy. I don’t think I can get off, though.”

Jagger shrugs. “You’re probably right. You probably can’t do it.” He flings a leg over the car. “Guess I’ll see ya around.”

“Wait,” I grab his pant leg, not letting him leave me here, “are you serious?”

“Well, yeah. You say you can’t do it, and I’ve got shit to do.”

He’s testing me.

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