“Good, just the two guys I want to speak to. Missy and I are going to be heading out in about an hour. What do you plan on doing tonight, Josh?”
“Cin and I are going to hang with the crew.”
“Okay, I want you to take Art along.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
I don’t like the idea of bringing in the new year with him or his asshole friends either, but since Cin is going so I will. The bonus is I know it’ll piss Josh off if I tag along.
“I wasn’t asking, Josh.”
“Thank you for the invite, Josh. It warms my heart that you’re so welcoming. What time do we leave?”
“If he doesn’t go, no one goes,” Ricky says.
“Fine,” Josh mutters.
“Well, that’s settled then. Have a good night, boys.” Ricky leaves the kitchen.
“We leave at eleven. Be ready, or you get left.”
I salute him before grabbing a Coke out of the refrigerator before leave the kitchen.
“Prick,” he mumbles.
I descend the stairs with Trevor’s arms wrapped around my stomach with his lips at my neck.
“Keep your hands to yourself.” I smile.
“But I’d rather keep them all over you,” he whispers in my ear.
My smile slips when I see Art sitting on the coffee table. Josh is waiting by the front door.
“What is he doing here?” Trevor asks.
Art smirks while his eyes stare daggers at Trevor. I’m unnerved about Art and Trevor being in such close proximity after the intimate moment we shared the other day. I’m on alert whenever he’s around. As fucked up as it sounds, my body is aware of him. I barely know this boy, but I want to give him a hug and offer comfort. I must be insane to think that way about him after the way he treated me.
“He’s coming with us?” I ask, astonished.
“Yep,” Josh answers. “You can thank my father for that.”
Trevor moves around me to size Art up.
I assumed he would rather be hit by a tractor trailer than hang out with Josh.
“Can he be trusted to keep his mouth shut?” Trevor asks.
“Absolutely not,” Josh replies.
“We can’t risk bringing him with us,” Trevor states.
“I have no choice. Either he goes, or we all stay in.”
“I can speak for my fucking self,” Art says. “Do I look like a little bitch who’s going to run with my tail between my legs to the authorities? I don’t give a fuck what you hillbillies do.”
“Who you calling hillbilly, nut job?” Josh sneers.
As Josh moves in Art’s direction, he stands from the coffee table ready for whatever is about to pop off. Josh stops only when he’s in Art’s personal space. Trevor leaves my side to stand next to Josh.
