“Doubtful,” I disagree and pull down the visor to reapply my lipstick. “It’s there somewhere, I’m sure.”
My cell dings, and I see it’s a text from Nate. Rolling my eyes, I turn the ringer off.
“What did it say?” she asks, watching me throw it into the back seat.
I won’t be needing that tonight. “Don’t know. Don’t care.” I woke up with it off this morning and guessed it had died at some point last night, so I haven’t been on it much today.
She pats my shoulder. “I still can’t believe Colt posted that shit online. That was over the line. Even for him.”
I don’t keep any secrets from Tatum. She knows what I’ve done with Colt over the years, especially that night with all of them after he stopped recording me. But who knows how many times he’s done that? How many videos he has just sitting and waiting to be used. “Why did you go to the party?” I ask her, changing the subject. I know it wasn’t to see her brother—they fight like cats and dogs. She wasn’t mad at me when I told her I slept with Alex, just grossed out.
“Billy didn’t want to go to the movies. When I told him that I wanted to spend time with you, he suggested going to Colt’s party. That I would get to see you when you got home.”
I nod and watch the kids partying on the front lawn of the Williams home. I went to high school with Mike and his twin brother Mitch when my mom and I moved here. Their parents are loaded, of course. So any chance they have to throw a party at their parents’ mansion, they take it. They must be out of town this weekend.
Mike and I have a history, but I’m not ashamed of it. It is what it is. Plus, if Mike hadn’t started fucking me and ran out like a little bitch when I got blood on his dick, who knows if Colt would have stepped in and shown me how it’s done.
“What are you going to do when you see Billy here with her?” I ask, changing the subject again. We’re only here because she wants to track down her boyfriend and see if the rumors she heard are true.
“I’m … I’m not sure.” She gives a rough laugh. “I guess it depends on if I’m drunk by then or not.”
“You know he’s going to marry her, right?” I hate to break her heart, but he’s been on and off with Cheryl since before I moved in with the Knoxes our sophomore year in high school. He cheats, she cheats, but they always go back to one another.
“Probably,” she agrees. “I saw the red flags before we even started dating.”
“You and me both.” I snort, referring to how I still allow Colt to fuck me. “We’re both color blind.”
She laughs and nods. “Ain’t that the truth.”
Tatum and Billy have a toxic relationship. The only difference between her and Billy, and Colt and me is that we actually do hate one another.
“She kept blowing up his phone Friday night at the party.” She glances at her cell and then tosses it into the back seat with mine.
“What was she saying to him?” I wonder.
“That she was sorry.” Tatum huffs.
“About what exactly? He was the one who dumped her last.”
She shrugs. “No clue, and he wouldn’t tell me when I asked.” Running her hand through her hair, she pushes the dark strands away from her face and smiles over at me. “How about we find out?”
I nod. “I’m ready when you are.”
She pushes the passenger door open and gets out. I smile, doing the same, needing some excitement. I’m a ride-or-die friend to the end. So if she starts throwing punches, I’ll jump right in and throw mine, no questions asked.
The house sits on twelve acres tucked back behind a tree line. It’s dark gray with black shutters, white columns, and a wraparound porch. It’s two stories and has a section referred to as the guest wing. I don’t think anyone ever uses it. Mrs. Williams keeps the property fully staffed at all times.
“In The End” by Black Veil Brides blares from the speakers when we enter the house. I instantly feel eyes on me. It’s the sex tape. Friday night at my house, I went straight to my room after I set Colt’s car on fire and then Nate showed up, so I never had to face anyone. Now I’m not only a slut but also crazy because of the stunt I pulled with his car.
Tatum gets my attention, sliding her arm in the crook of mine and raises her chin, noticing the way conversations die down around us. “They just wish their friend was as cool as mine,” she states, giving me a big smile.
I laugh. “Come on. Let’s get our drink on. Something tells me we’re both going to need it.”
We enter the kitchen, and I see Mitch standing at the large bar, mixing drinks. “Hey, ladies,” he calls out, seeing us.
Mitch Williams has always been a cool guy. Nothing like his brother.
He comes around the bar and gives us both a hug. “What’s been going on? What can I get you two to drink?”
