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“Then who…?” Gray gasped when Luke reached down and helped a girl emerge. He blinked once, then strained forward, squinting. “Is that…?”
“Malia Ross,” Beau finished for him when Gray couldn’t seem to talk anymore. “Son of a bitch.” He cracked off an amused laugh. “How the hell did he managethat?”
“It’s Luke,” Bella answered simply before she smacked her brother in the gut. “Hey, you think he’s going to have sex with her tonight?”
Beau snorted and answered for Bella’s brother. “Uh, hell yes, he is.”
“Damn…” was all Gracen could manage to murmur. I couldn’t tell if he was jealous or impressed. Probably a little of both.
The four of us watched in awe as Luke walked hand in hand with the high school porn star—er,maybeporn star—toward the entrance of the gym.
I didn’t think he was going to notice us at all, but just before entering, he glanced over and furrowed his brows in confusion before jerking to a stop.
“What’re you losers doing, hanging around out here? The dance isinside.”
“We’re waiting on Bentley,” I answered when the other three didn’t seem capable of speech in the presence ofMalia.
“Bentley?” Luke echoed as if he had no clue who that was. Then he said, “Why didn’t Gamble bring her? He lives, like, five blocks from her house.”
Plus Beau had his own car, while Bentley did not.
“I—I didn’t…” Seemingly cornered, Beau glanced at the rest of us. “I thought she’d get a ride with you.”
When Gracen merely blinked at him as if that were a ridiculous assumption, Luke snorted. “God. What a bunch of dorks.” Then he slung his arm over Malia’s shoulders and disappeared inside with her. “Later, weirdos.”
“Was Isupposedto bring her?” Beau asked, still concerned.
“I mean, you could’ve at least asked,” Bella told him, and he grew even more worried.
“But—”
“There,” I called, pointing when I spotted a familiar SUV pull up near the entrance. “Doesn’t matter now. She’s here.”
“Oh, thank God,” Beau said under his breath and immediately started toward her.
The rest of us naturally followed, Gracen elbowing me as we went. “Did you see Malia look at me? She totally looked, didn’t she? You think she knows who I am?”
“Well, she does now,” Bella answered, leaning past me to snicker at her twin. “You’re one of the loser dork ninth graders that Luke actually lowers himself to talk to.”
“Brat,” Gracen shot back, scowling at her before he leaned over to whisper to me, “She looked at me.”
I nodded conspiringly to make him feel better.
Meanwhile, Beau was beelining toward Bentley as she climbed from the SUV.
“Yeah, I have enough money to get in. Thanks. Love you too, Dad. Bye.” She shut the door, and her ride pulled away, leaving her alone with us.
“About time you showed,” Beau groused, slowing to a stop.
Bentley whirled, her long red hair gleaming in the streetlamp lights as she faced us. “Sorry,” she said, sounding breathless and apologetic. “I couldn’t find my shoes. They were hidden under a pair of my brother’s sneakers.”
“No worries. You’re right on time,” I told her, springing forward to hook my arm through hers and turn us toward the sound of music filtering into the night when a couple in front of us opened the front doors and entered the gym. “Shall we?”
“We shall!” Bella announced, appearing at my other side and getting in on the arm link.
The three of us stepped forward, and Gracen appeared next to Bella as Beau hurried up to walk at Bentley’s side.
“What’s this?” Beau asked, sounding confused, as he reached up toward Bentley’s hair and tweaked the wing of a silver butterfly nestled there.
