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“Never!” I tell her and then lift my arms to brace myself against the frame in order to hold her body weight. She doesn't weigh much, so it shouldn't be an issue.
After what seems like forever, I feel the weight disappear, and I lean out the window to see that Kitty Cat is untying the rope. I quickly pull it up and search for a place to tie it off. There is an older heat register close to the window, and I tie the other end to it, ensuring it will hold my 215-pound body weight. The room is filled with smoke, and I cough and choke as I go back to the desk and grab the files we came here for in the first place. Tucking them away in the back of my pants, I head back to the window.
I already know it won't take me to the ground, but it will be close enough. Pulling my pocketknife out, so I can have it ready to cut the rope when needed, I climb out the window. I can hear the fire trucks getting closer as a crowd gathers and watches the old building go up in flames.
I start descending. I begin to breathe easier as I come to the second floor, but then I'm not sure what happens. I hear a loud explosion, and I start falling. Catalina's scream is the last thing I hear before I hit the ground and darkness takes me.
Fynn
Jett and I are sittingin my room, enjoying the aftermath of what Little Saint's mouth did for us. I pass him the rolled-up smoke as I stare at the ceiling. So many things are running through my head right now, most of them confusing.
“Dude, have you ever thought about what you will do after graduation?” I ask my friend.
Jett waits until he exhales, “I try not to. One of the reasons why I ignore Blake.”
I turn my head toward him, “Is it that bad that you can't even call him Dad?” I chuckle, but it's nothing to really laugh at. I know it hurts my friend to not only have lost his mother but to lose a father who is still living and breathing but doesn't acknowledge the relationship with his son.
“When he starts acting like a father, I'll start calling him Dad again.” Jett passes the smoke back to me.
“Well, let me rephrase my question then, have you ever thought about meeting someone and settling down?” I take another long drag and hold it in.
I can feel my friend's eyes scrutinizing me, “Where the fuck is this coming from?”
I just shrug, “Nowhere, just making small talk is all.”
The room is silent as we sit here, both of us lost in our thoughts. I wonder if his are on a particular blonde bombshell like mine. I can't get Little Saint out of my head. Somehow, she's dug her claws into me and refuses to retract them. I'm unsure how I feel about my feelings for her.
This was supposed to be fun. Taking a Lady to get our dicks wet until graduation, but somehow, things got fucked up, and now we all feel something for Catalina Scott. We are supposed to go our separate ways after all is said and done, but I doubt we will be able to do that when the time comes. I can't speak for my two best friends, but if the way they are around her is any indication, then I'm not the only one thinking these thoughts.
My phone rings, andI reach across the loveseat to grab it. Oakley's name pops up, “Yo, what's up?”
Oakley's voice comes over loud and a bit panicked as he tells me that the Provost's building is on fire and that we need to get there now. The two of them are now stuck inside a burning building. What the fuck? They were only going for the files; how did they get trapped? Better yet, how did the perpetrator have time to start a fire in the little time it should have taken for them to grab the files?
“Shit! We are on our way!” I hang up and slap Jett's leg, “Oak and Saint are in trouble; let's go!”
“What the fuck is going on? What kind of trouble?” my friend asks as he jumps to his feet and follows me.
“Someone set fire to Mr. Scott's office while they were getting the files. They're both trapped inside!”
“Damn it,” Jett curses, “That office is on the third floor! How are they going to get out?”
“I don't know,” I start down the stairs at a fast pace, “Let's hope that the fire department gets there quickly.”
Jett is hot on my tail, pulling his Jeep keys from his pocket. It takes no time to get to the school, and although the parking lot is a distance away from the building that Mr. Scott's office is in, Jett doesn't let it bother him as he drives up onto the grass. He does slow down for students now jumping out of his way, but he's a man on a mission.
When the building comes into view, we can see the smoke and some flames flickering out of a few windows on the third floor. We also see Little Saint trying to rappel down from the window. It's not very graceful, but she makes it to the ground, and I sigh in relief.
Jett slams on the breaks as we reach the outskirts of the growing crowd, and we jump out just as the rope goes back up. We reach Little Saint, wrapping our arms around her while staring at the third-floor window. She turns her head into my chest but doesn't cry like I thought she would. Concern dances in the depths of her eyes when she lifts her head, and they meet mine. We both turn back to the window.
Oakley starts lowering himself, and I begin to breathe easier again. He makes it to the second floor, and just when I think both my people are going to be okay, an explosion erupts above us, and suddenly my best friend is falling. The woman in my arms screams, and then we are moving toward the body, now lying on the ground, unmoving.
“Oakley!” Catalina calls out his name, her tears finally making an appearance and streaming down her face.
“Don't touch him. Moving him could worsen his injuries, especially if his neck is broken,” I tell Jett, who is about to shake our friend.
The sirens are getting louder, and I know help will be here momentarily. Oakley lays still, his shirt hiked up to show off his six-pack, but that's not what I'm looking at. I can see a manilla file folder peeking out from underneath him. Shit! We can't let the emergency crew see these, but we can't move them either.
I look over at Jett, who has also noticed the files, and nod at him. While holding Oakley as still as possible, Jett takes hold of the files while Little Saint blocks the crowd's view. My friend pulls as gently as possible and finally works the files out from inside the back of Oak's jeans.
