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I step to Lenny, keeping my voice low and steady. “Don’t look at him. Don’t speak to him. Or I will kill you.” The ringleader returns, drink in hand, and laughingly asks, “Still swinging our dicks around to see who’s bigger?”
“No need,” I tell her. “You know there’s no contest there.”
She almost looks proud of my statement, but that’s about to change. When I look to Lenny, I say what I’ll definitely pay for in blood. “Stay the fuck away from her. She’s mine.” I speak to him but look at her. “I know it. She knows it. The truth—she’s always been mine and always will be.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Lenny spouts off, trying to start some bullshit argument, but I stay locked in a death stare with the devil herself. Because she knows I’m right. And she knows she can’t call me a liar.
10
MORGAN
This party fucking sucks ass. I want to leave, but somewhere along the way, Ryder took my keys and is now refusing to give them back to me. Asshole.
“So, the part I said about behaving, King”—Topher points out to the patio—“that thing earlier was not it.”
“Seemed perfect to me.” Until Cade had to be a little whiny, clingy bitch and claim me as his. I’m not though. Not anymore. I don’t want to be.
“Yeah. So, speaking of perfect. Your little perfect plan seems to have a snag in it.”
“Details would help, because I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about now.” The humming in my mind is getting louder, and I think it’s more of a result of the alcohol than the music blaring throughout the house.
“Fabian. Crawford was asking questions earlier. I can’t go down for that shit, Morgan. I have too much other stuff going on right now.”
“Yeah. Well, guess you should’ve thought about that before you stabbed the dude in the shoulder.” I make a jabbing motion, then wave my hand in the air. “Little late to feel guilty now.”
Topher grabs at my hand with one of his and attempts to cover my mouth with the other as he looks over his shoulder. “You can’t say stuff like that, not here. They’re listening.” He glances around as I shrug him off.
“Dude, what did you take?”
“Nothing. I swear.” He casts another lingering sweep over the people within earshot before he whispers, “Fabian wanted it to happen. I just helped out. And I haven’t done anything other than alcohol since that night.”
“Really, because you seem high as fuck now with your paranoid ass.”
“It’s just…” He grabs my elbow and drags me into the nearest bathroom, quickly closing the door behind him.
“Yeah,thatdisplay won’t make people think something’s going on with you or that you’re hiding something.” I mean, I get why he’s a little freaked. But it’s not like him to worry about anything. Much less getting in trouble. “So, what are you not telling me?”
He shakes his head. “There’s some shit going on with my dad. He keeps claiming that the house might be bugged. Or they might have someone trying to get information to use against us.”
I let out a little laugh as I watch him lean against the bathroom counter. “Wow. Okay. Well, I doubt the law firm has spies at the high school bash, but I’ll keep my lips sealed. And don’t worry about Fabian. He went along with it. And last I checked, he was thrilled to be off the team.”
It had all started as a joke, but when Fabian declared how much he didn’t want to play this upcoming season, Topher started joking about stabbing him in the shoulder. And not long afterwards, there was a knife sticking out of him that heaccidentallyfell on. Yeah. Not the smartest plan. We were all high as fuck. But I’d do it all over again. Only, I should’ve made sure Dad didn’t have a secret weapon in his back pocket. But I never in a million years thought Cade would agree to play again, much less actually give the Wildcats a whole-ass shot at the state title.
Fabian hates football almost as much as I do. He was already considering our crazy plan but when I offered to pay him a million out of my trust fund, he agreed without hesitation. And the day I turned eighteen, I made good on the deal.
Hm.I hadn’t thought about offering Cade a payout to quit. I doubt he would go for the money. He’s used to being broke and is too prideful to admit he needs the money. Fabian was easier—he needed the money for his start-up so he wouldn’t have to get his stepdad’s approval. And it barely put a dent in the inheritance my grandpa left me. Win-win if you ask me—until the backup bitch stepped into the picture.
“Morgan, are you listening?” Topher whines.
“No. This is pointless. Cade won’t find out, and even if he does, it doesn’t matter. No one will believe it was anything but an accident. I was there, and I still can’t believe the fool went along with it.” Seems like there would be a less painful or risky move to end your barely started football glory days.
“Okay,” Topher agrees but he doesn’t appear convinced as I grab the door, swing it open, and step out of the bathroom.
I stop abruptly when I spot Cade propped against the wall in the hallway. Topher bumps into me. His hands grip my waist to steady me, or maybe himself since he seems really off kilter right now. But it’s Cade who has my attention, his motionless stance unchanged until Topher steps around me and Cade looks between us. And apparently Topher gets some silent bro code question because he quickly removes his hands from me. “No, man. No. We were just—”
“Blow job. Only fair that someone gets a nut tonight.” I wink at Cade as I dab my finger to the corner of my mouth where his eyes drop as Topher goes into high-pitched freak-out mode. “It’s not like that, bruh. She’s never sucked my dick. I never even touched her like that.” Topher moves in front of me. “Damn it, Morgan. Tell him the truth.”
It’s Cade who responds. “Don’t worry about it, Toph. I’d never believe a word out of her mouth. She’s not capable of telling the truth.” He shoves off the wall and stops in front of me to lean down and lowly tells me, “Not even to herself.”
