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He slams his hand against the door and holds it open. “You better start being more respectful toward me. I’ve got a whole list of words waiting to be carved into that pretty little flesh of yours.”
So many words burn at the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them down, too tired and too sore to get into it with him this morning. Besides, if I decide to help Jax, Zay, and Hunter spy on him, maybe I can get some sort of revenge. That sounds nice. Although, I’m still a bit wary that what they told me last night is real.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He grins, but a trace of disappointment reflects in his eyes. Still, he seems pretty damn chipper as he turns around and whistles while walking away.
Flipping the middle finger at his back, I close the door. Then I grab a pillow, press it against my face, and scream. I scream until my lungs are about to burst, until my chest aches. I scream until I have nothing in me. Then I lower the pillow from my face, drag my ass off the bed, and start getting ready for school.
I decide on a black, short-sleeved shirt, with shorts, fishnet tights, and clunky boots. Then I put on a choker, my leather jacket, tie a plaid jacket around my waist, and call it good. I don’t even bother doing my hair, just combing it to the side with my fingers. Then I dab on my usual minimal makeup—kohl eyeliner and lip gloss.
I wander over to my computer chair, pick up my bag, and dig out a joint, deciding to take a hit or two before I head out to the bus stop. Hopefully, that’ll keep me chill during the bus ride to school.
As I’m heading over to the window, I receive a text.
Harlow: Hey! So, I was going to give you a ride to school, but I have a doctor’s appointment this morning, so I can’t. But don’t worry! I messaged Hunter, and he said he can pick you up!
Okay, so I do have a ride to school. And while Harlow is super nice, and I want to hang out with her, I also am sort of glad Hunter is picking me up so I can talk to him more about this whole … spy thing or whatever the crap it is that they want me to help them with.
Me: No worries. Are you sure Hunter doesn’t mind, though?
Harlow: Ha, does he mind? Trust me, new BFF, he totally wants to give you a ride.
Me: Okay, cool. Thanks for that.
Harlow: No worries. Tomorrow, though, I’ll pick you up!
I’m about to put my phone away, feeling slightly better, when I receive another message.
Hunter: Hey, so Harlow told me you needed a ride to school.
Me: Yeah, she text me and said you’d give me a ride, but you don’t have to. I can ride the bus.
Hunter: No way! You’re riding with us.
Us?
As in Jax, Zay, and him. I’m assuming, anyway. Not that they’re totally bad. Jax seems nice anyway. Zay … I’m still on the fence about.
Me: Are you sure? I don’t want to make you drive out of your way or something.
Hunter: It’s not a big deal. Besides, we’re already almost to your house.
Okay then, I guess I’m riding to school with them.
But now I feel nervous for a whole new set of reasons.
I lock my bedroom door, open the window, and duck my head out. It’s cold as balls outside, so I need to make this quick. I pop the end of the joint between my lips, light up, and suck in a deep inhale.
Smoke laces in front of my face as I sit down on the windowsill, holding the joint outside while staring out at the scenery. The house I now call home is located in a small neighborhood of about ten houses, each spaced apart by at least five acres, so the chances of someone spotting me are pretty low. Just below my window is an inclined roof to the porch, and just in front of that is the dirt driveway lined with trees.
I’m taking my third hit when I spot a car cruising down the driveway, leaving a trail of dust in the air. And not just any car, but the prettiest Chevelle I’ve ever seen.
My dad used to be into cars. Up until he died, he drove a 1969 GTO Judge that was this really pretty light-blue color. This car is a similar shade but has a black hood. I’m not positive about the year, but I’d guess either a ’68 or ’69.
But seriously, whose car is that?
I watch as it pulls up to the house and parks next to my uncle’s patrol vehicle. No one gets out right away, but my bet is one of my uncle’s new police buddies. Or maybe a neighbor. But then the passenger door opens and Jax climbs out.
So, apparently, this is one of their cars.
