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What was going on in my world?
Everything was changing. Even my twin brother and I weren’t close anymore. He was hanging out with these people and doing drugs. Although, I was hanging out with them, too. But I was only doing it so I could keep an eye on him. So I could be there if he needed a ride home.
He looked over at me, feeling my eyes on him, and he grinned and nodded in my direction. He had known I would come. There wasn’t even a tiny bit of surprise on his face from seeing me there.
“What was that about?” Zada asked as she reached my side, pulling my attention away from my brother.
She held out a canned soda, and I took it, the cold aluminum burning my palm.
“What?” I asked, unsure if she was referring to my brother or my run-in with the skull.
“You were talking to Aiken Cross. He looked pissed. Did something happen?”
I nodded, popping my can of soda open and taking a long cold swig.
Aiken Cross.
That was the devil’s name.
It fit him somehow.
“Yeah. He pulled me away from the track and told me I was standing too close.”
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open. “Skull walked all the way over here to tell you to back up?”
“Something like that. He’s a bit of an asshole, huh?”
“Oh yeah. The biggest, but he’s also super fucking hot.” She laughed when Reggie, her boyfriend, pushed his shoulder into hers. “What? He is!”
“If you say so,” I responded.
I wouldn’t admit it, but I could see the appeal of him. His dark hair and amazing green eyes. The way he licked his thick lips and how they looked when he grinned. The piercings. The tattoos. He was an attractive guy but in a bad boy kind-of-way. I stayed away from those types, although, even if I didn’t, they would surely stay away from me.
Cherry Girl was what he called me.
The virgin.
The new girl.
Poor little rich Daddy’s girl.
Tears pooled in my eyes, and I blinked them away.
She laughed again. “I say so.”
“It’s probably best if you stay away from the sons,” Reggie said, pulling Zada into his arms.
The sons?
“Who?” I asked, confused.
“The Sons of Sinister. They’re a motorcycle crew. Four of them live a few houses down from Zada. Including the skull. They can be nice guys, but it’s probably best not to get on their bad side.”
I hadn’t done anything.
How could I have gotten on anyone’s bad side by standing alone and watching a race?
These people were unhinged. That was the only thing that made any sense.
