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Rubbing his face, Cal sighs. “Which means they came back even though we told them not to.”
“Motherfuckers,” I growl. “They’ll pay for this.”
“Wes is gonna lose his shit.”
Ever since Wes can remember, he and Colton have had it out for each other. They went to school together, K-12, and they competed with each other over everything. Grades, social status, girls, cars, bikes, you name it.
When Cal and I entered the picture in high school, they were constantly getting into fights. That stopped soon after the three of us became friends, though. All of a sudden, it was us against Colton, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance.
Since freshman year of college, he’s had Lucas and Xander, so the playing field is more even now. Things have gotten considerably less violent since none of us want to get kicked out of Pemberton, but the game has only gotten more vicious.
Stealing something from our house is a new low, though.
“Wait,” Cal says. “I don’t think they know they stole it from us. No one put it together that we’re the ones who were behind those masks.”
“Not yet, they haven’t.” I hand him back his phone. “But they’re about to find out real fucking fast.”
Cal raises an eyebrow, and mischief sparks in his eyes. Good—handling this while Wes is with Athelia will keep our minds occupied for a few hours.
“What are we going to do?” he asks.
“Make them regret ever stepping foot on our damn property.”
. ..
We swap out our bikes for Cal’s car before heading out.
Colton’s house is about a mile from ours. I’m not sure when he bought it, if he even did. I wouldn’t be surprised if his parents just gave it to him.
I won’t deny it. Most of us are a bunch of spoiled rich kids who have it way too easy. Fucking with Colton gives us some type of challenge, and I usually enjoy the thrill.
Today is no exception.
I pound on his front door while Cal sneaks into his garage. For both ends of our plan to work, I’ll need to distract Colton while Cal does his thing.
When the front door swings open, Colton is shirtless. His face instantly turns dark when he sees me standing on his porch.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I believe you have something that’s mine.”
He leans against the doorframe and smirks. “Oh? What’s that?”
“A certain painting.Retribution?”
Realization flickers in his eyes. “I fucking knew it. Of course it was you three.”
“Give it back, Colton, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
He shrugs. “I kinda like it. Don’t really feel like giving it up.”
I glance behind him. From here, I can see into his living room. He already has the painting up on his wall.
“For the record, we didn’t know it was yours,” Colton says. “But it makes the victory that much sweeter. Have a shitty day.”
As he starts to close the door, I jam my boot in the way so he can’t.
“Seriously, man?” he says, sounding more annoyed than anything. “Just take the loss. Move on.”
