“It was pathetically easy,” Ash boasted as Gray high-fived him.
I snorted as I stared at the floorboards. “I’m changing it again.”
“Why?” Gray asked me good-naturedly. “Should we have secrets?”
Good point. “No.” I closed the doors and turned back to them. “You’re right.” Leaning against my desk, I considered them both. “Do you agree about her?” I asked Gray.
“Fuck buddy from Friday?” he guessed, knowing me better than anyone.
“Yeah.”
Gray tilted his head to the side as he looked at me, and with a brief once-over, he turned to look at Ash. “She fucked with a Devil. I don’t give a fuck who or what drugged him, she fuckedhim when he didn’t know better. She pays. We’ll figure out who else it was, andtheywill pay after.”
“We get her kicked out of school?” Ash asked, trying hard not to frown. “Even though he would probably have fucked her anyway?”
“She pays,” Gray repeated firmly.
“But . . .” Ash once again leaned forward, his hands rubbing across his hair as he thought about it. “I dunno, from what we heard, I don’t think you came off too shabbily.” He lifted his head to look at me. “If anything, she put you more on the fucking map.”
I saw Gray smirk, and he caught me looking. “Jamie did kick up a fuss about it. Even though the bastard’s jealous, it still interfered with his sleep . . . before a game.”
“Humiliate her.” Gray and I both looked at Ash in surprise. “We don’t know how involved she is. I think and truly do believe this, she was tricked as much as you were. Whether that be someone told her you were into her and she fell for it, I dunno. You’ve spoken to her, does she really seem like this is what she gets her kicks from?”
“No.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked at them both, my thoughts recalling easily how tense she was. “Fuck!No . . . she doesn’t. I would actually encourage her to get laid, she’s so fucking uptight.”
“See?” Ash looked at me with something akin to hope. “I think you should be willing to listen to what she has to say, and if you don’t like it, then make her life hell.”
I gave a bitter laugh. “You were the one who chased her off,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, because I needed a chance to talk to you.”
All three of us turned to my door when we heard the light tap on it. “Yeah?” I called.
Derrick opened the door, and seeing the three of us, he hesitated. “Hey.”
“What?” Gray growled from his seat. He wasn’t a fan of our corner. Derrick paid too much attention to Quinn, and Gray was protective.
“Um, Jett?”
“Um, what?” I asked as I took my seat at my desk.
“So, I, uh . . .”
“Oh for the love of fuck, spit it out,” Ash snapped.
“Heard you had Ava here on Friday,” Derrick rushed out. “I didn’t realize that was who I was hearing.” He gave us all a meaningful look, and a tight knot formed in my stomach.
“Who’s Ava?” I asked. Her name didn’t roll off my tongue; I likedBitchorUptightbetter, so the natural sounding hesitation worked.
Derrick looked genuinely confused for a moment before he gave me a sly smile. “Oh yeah, I get it, love ’em and leave ’em. Good one.”
I saw Gray look at Ash, who looked equally annoyed. “Hurry this up,” I snapped.
“The girl on Friday was Ava. Yes?” He looked unsure now, and I needed that set in stone.
“What makes you think that?” Gray asked. “You see her?”
“What? No, I heard her but didn’t see anyone. Actually . . .” Derrick rubbed the back of his neck. “No one saw her. How’d you get her out?”
