‘Lookie who’s here.’
‘I don’t know why he showed up.’
‘You’re holding back on me.’
‘I’m not! He’s crazy. That’s what this is.’
‘You’re a terrible liar. Just admit that you want his dick.’She glances at him, eyeing him as if she’s calculating how much she can fuck with me.
I narrow my eyes.‘Don’t you dare.’
The small grin forming on her lips spells trouble. “Jessica was just telling us how hot she thinks Omari is, the guy who kissed her last night.”
That’s it. I’m revoking her best friend title. That award now goes to Harold, the spider who lives under my dresser. At least he keeps secrets.
“Apparently, he’s a great kisser,” she continues, slowly turning her head in my direction. Her eyes glitter.
“Is that so?” Kane asks, voice a dark and velvet sound.
His eyes lock on me behind his sunglasses, but I’m still in a staring contest with Rain.
‘I’ll kill you later.’
‘No, you’ll thank me later. What do I always say, bestie? A bit of healthy competition is good. Now go bounce on that jealous dick.’
‘I don’t think his dick is jealous.’
‘Well, he’s thinking with it right now. Trust me, it’s jealous.’
‘Weirdo.’
‘Freak.’
‘Loser.’
‘Dork.’
A car door opens, breaking our silent tennis match. Kane is holding the door open, his intent gaze on me. I look around, confused. Is he waiting for someone?
“Get in the car,” he says, leaving no room for an argument. We stare at each other for a long beat. He can’t be serious, right? Does he think I’ll get in the car with him?
The moment breaks like fragile glass when Rain nudges me.
‘Go on.’
‘No!’
“Jessica.”
My head snaps back.
Kane removes his sunglasses, leveling those frosty eyes on me. “Get in the car.”
I suddenly become aware of students around us, whispering to each other. Of course, they are. Kane’s Bugatti Chiron looks obnoxious parked outside our weathered, derelict college. There’s no way this won’t get back to my brother.
I step back. What’s he doing here? Why is he pushing for this? For us? What does he see in me? The sign over the entrance is missing three letters, graffiti is scratched into the stonefacade, and some broken windowpanes are patched with plastic sheeting.
“I’m not getting in the car with you, Kane.”
