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“I’ve got the liquor,” Blaire shouts, the curls of her bright red hair bouncing as she walks toward me.
“I’ve got the weed!” Piper raises one hand, waving around a baggie, and her other’s holding a pack of joints. Her smile brightens her entire face, and I can’t help but laugh at her as she shimmies left and right, her toes pressing into my wooden floor that creaks with every step. She straightened her hair tonight, and the dark tresses glide against her leather jacket.
I dig my hand into my purse. “And I’ve got my…” I feel the cool metal, and my fingers secure around them as I yank them out of the literal junk bag. “My keys! Let’s go.”
“Has anyone talked to Vera?” Blaire asks as we head outside. My boots immediately step into a puddle of mud, and it feels like quicksand as it seeps into the thickness.
I grunt as I pull my boot out, playing hopscotch around the other puddles as I make my way to my car. “Probably having sex with Malik. Nothing new,” I grunt.
Ever since she came back to Castle Pointe, Malik hasn’t let her out of his sight. It’s rare she’s able to sneak away and hang out with us alone. If she is, Malik and the guys seem to pop up at the most random damn times, and I know he’s doing it so he can keep an eye on her. Almost as if he’s afraid she’ll slip through his fingers. Disappear again.
He’s an idiot, because she’ll never leave him. They’re both obsessed with each other, and if Vera wasn’t so happy, I’d probably slap her across the face for being with him all the time.
“We should go over there and interrupt them. It’s graduation night. He shouldn’t be able to get her all to himself,” Piper groans from the back seat, her fingers wrapped around my headrest. She shakes it back and forth in a mixture of irritation and excitement for the night to come. I reach back, smacking at her hand as I start the car and pull out of my driveway.
Blaire leans over, slapping my windshield wipers on to clear away the quickening raindrops. “I’m not dealing with Malik tonight. Besides, she won’t ditch us. She’ll be there.”
“Eventually,” I grumble.
My car rocks back and forth as we make our way onto the main road.
Castle Pointe is a large circle, with the main road extending around the outskirts of our tiny town. Majority of us live on the east end of the circle, right off Lake Superior. That’s where the houses are, the school, the one gas station we have in town.
Then there’s the west side of the town. The west side is the off-limits side. Not just to the elders, but to everyone. We call it old Castle Pointe. Castle Pointe—the side we live on—might be a dark town, but you don’t really realize how ominous a town can get until you look over the rickety old bridge to old Castle Pointe and see nothing but pitch-black night. No one goes there. Not ever.
I don’t know what’s over there, and honestly, I don’t want to know.
We stay on the good end of the bad, and allow the evil to stay where it deserves to, in the dark.
And smack dab in the middle of our town is our school, Castle Pointe Academy. The most vile, fucked-up school that could possibly exist on this earth.
The rain picks up as we make our way around the circle of our town, toward Lake Superior, where a small, hidden road juts out from the trees and leads us to the abandoned house.
The house the boys have somehow claimed as theirs. I hate this place, because it’s nothing more than rotted wood and secondhand furniture, all thrown in to make some kind of pathetic excuse for a bachelor pad.
I shouldn’t hate on it completely. It’s not nearly as bad as it was at the beginning of the year. My first time over there was rough. It was literally sagging into the earth, the wood damp in just about every spot. It was a hazard, honestly. But slowly, as spring hit, the boys began cleaning it up. Fixing the rotted pieces of wood and throwing out the broken furniture, and replaced it with ancient—but in one piece—furniture. It no longer rains inside of the house and instead protects us from the elements.
It’s not livable, by any means, but I don’t feel like I’m about to die as I step inside the place anymore.
“Do you think they’re inviting anyone from school?” Blaire asks, pulling the visor down and combing out her hair.
I puff out a laugh. “I hope not. I’m not sticking around if they are.”
“They won’t. They don’t like people just as much as us,” Pipe adds, laughing from the back seat.
It’s true. While the three of us, plus Vera, are pretty antisocial and don’t mix with the popular kids, the guys are almost a contradiction to themselves. They don’t like people, yet they’re wanted by everyone. They aren’t sports guys, they aren’t nerds, and they don’t want the attention.
They’re dark, evil, tricksters, who live their lives by bringing turmoil to everyone around them. They get their rocks off by sleeping with women they really don’t give a shit about, and then causing people PTSD-level stress by pranking them in some way or another.
Lighting their car on fire?Done that.
Framing a nun at school and getting her fired and banned from the church for a simple rumor?Oh, easily done that.
Burying someone alive?Yep, oh, and supposedly, that person died.
Almost killing Vera on multiple accounts?Of course.
These guys have always been popular. They’re dangerous, and everyone wants to be around them, and somehow, they’ve ended up hanging out with us almost daily for the last year. Why us? I have no idea. I barely tolerate any of them.
