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At lunch the next day, I slid into an empty seat across from Jace and Allie. With the information on her father that Nicole had brought us the other day and that video she had given us yesterday, we didn’t have any more fucking time to waste.
Sending out the video would hopefully bring Akio’s fucking family out of hiding. They were working with the police, and all their shit was going to be out in the open. They would have no other choice than to come find us.
And when they did—I gritted my teeth and lit a cigarette in the middle of the cafeteria—I would fucking kill those bastards for what they had done to Mom, Kai’s family, and everyone fucking else that they hurt.
“Tomorrow,” I said to Jace, tugging the cigarette out of my mouth and referring to when we’d release the information. After he had practiced shooting that gun last night, he had been fucking begging me to let him know when we’d do it. “We talked to Nicole about what’s going on. If everything goes smoothly, I’d suggest not returning to school tomorrow. This town will go fucking insane when they learn about it.”
Allie blew out a deep breath and slouched in her seat as half the student body stared at us. Redwood was always filled with rumors and drama, and today, someone in the student body thought it’d be funny to spread another rumor about Allie—that she was pregnant, which just so happened did wonders for our plans.
I didn’t know where the fuck it had come from or if it was true. But I didn’t give a fuck.
After taking another puff on the cigarette, I spotted Imani walking into the cafeteria and leaned closer to Allie. “And your pregnancy rumors are a perfect distraction for the student body right now, so bravo to you on that. You and Carter the quarterback having a baby together …” I blew a cloud of smoke out of my nose. “Never would’ve guessed.”
Allie kicked me hard in the motherfucking shin, and I grunted.
Imani sat at the table beside me, tugged the cigarette out of my mouth, and stomped on it. “Why is it that every time I see you, you’re always smoking? Stop that. It’s bad for your health. You’re going to get lung cancer and die.” She frowned sarcastically. “On second thought … why don’t you smoke all of them at once to speed it up a little bit?”
Stifling a laugh, Allie smiled at us and rested her head on Jace’s shoulder, stuffing some more of her sandwich into her mouth for those pregnancy cravings. I turned back to Imani and eyed her as she pushed some curls over her shoulder and pulled out some brigadeiros, handing me one.
“Ana helped me pack my lunch last night,” she said.
My lips curled into a small smile, and I … I wondered how the fuck I had gotten so lucky for someone like her to love me. Don’t get me fucking wrong; I was still going to set this town on fucking fire.
The only thing that was different now was that Imani would be there with me.
A few moments later, Carter the quarterback sauntered into the cafeteria, pulling the stares away from us. And to ignite Allie’s pregnancy rumors even more, he walked right up to our table and sat in the empty seat next to her. “What’s up, babe?”
This would be interesting.
I didn’t have to do shit to keep the heat off Poison today. Carter’s stupid ass was doing it for me. We’d slide right under the students’ and teachers’ radars for the day. Hell, nobody would bat an eye tomorrow when none of us showed up either.
Jace gritted his teeth and wrapped a possessive arm around Allie’s waist. But Carter decided to take things up a fucking notch as the rest of the student body gawked at us, and he laid an arm around Allie’s shoulders.
Stuffing the brigadeiro into my mouth, I leaned back and watched the refreshing Redwood drama unfold.
Jace stood up and grabbed Carter by the collar. “Get your fucking hands off my girl,” Jace said through clenched teeth.
“I can do what I want with her. She’s carrying my baby,” Carter said.
A chuckle escaped my lips as the two started throwing punches and kicks like shitheads who didn’t know the first thing about fighting. God, this was too good, like a front row seat at the fucking theater, and hell, I didn’t even enjoy drama that much.
Imani elbowed me hard in the side and narrowed her eyes, as if to say to shut my fucking mouth. Allie leaned her elbows on the table, placed her face in her hands, and blew out a deep breath.
“Allie,” Imani said, staring worriedly at the scene behind her, “you should stop Jace.”
Allie looked over her shoulder at Jace, who straddled Carter’s waist in the middle of the cafeteria and rained down a series of punches on that pretty boy’s face. But instead of helping her boyfriend beat up the quarterback, Allie smiled and turned back around to continue eating her lunch.
A crowd gathered around us, whispering and recording the fight—well, more like the smackdown on Carter—on their phones. Allie sank deeper in her seat like nothing was happening. Imani looked at me to break it up.
But I wasn’t going to do shit.
Carter deserved to have a couple of black eyes.
“Break it up!” someone shouted over the crowd.
The students parted ways for Jace’s football coach—who I guessed was now subbing as the principal until they found someone more suitable.
He grabbed Jace and yanked him off Carter, shoving him toward the office. “Get in my office. You know better, Harbor.”
After Jace stormed out, Allie handed Jace’s coach his backpack and smirked at the puddle of blood under Carter. That man fucking deserved everything Jace had given him. He had been nothing but a prick to everyone since freshman year.
I fucking hoped that this was enough to keep prying eyes and ears off Poison for tonight.
