Zach nods in acknowledgment while Carter pulls a joint from his pocket, lighting it up.
“You smoke?” Elijah asks us.
“Nah,” Carter answers first. “Easton’s too cool for this shit. Aren’t you?”
My lips twitch, but my jaw is tight. “Something like that.” Pot kills my motivation, which is something I’m not willing to give up.
Zach and I almost reach the exit when Carter’s voice hits my back. “Hey, Easton. What’s it like living with a little whore?”
My footsteps halt, muscles lock tight, and Zach’s eyes widen as Elijah chuckles.
“Has your sister fucked you too?”
Adrenaline courses through me, boiling the blood in my veins. He’s trying to get a reaction out of me, but even knowing that, it’s still fucking working.
Walk away, I tell myself. Things with me and Eva have already gotten out of hand. But I can’t.
Slowly, I turn around.
Carter’s eyes are narrowed, but a small smile lifts his thin lips. “I mean, damn. She’s gotten around this school.” The smile fades, taking any sign of humanity with it. “Sooner or later, she’d have to get to you.”
The fire beneath my skin climbs up my shoulders, my neck, making it difficult to breathe. “Takes a really small dick to talk about girls the way you do.”
He takes a hit of the joint before he passes it to Marco, who stares between the two of us.
Carter smirks. “Eva never complained.” He moves toward me, and my fingers twitch at my sides, an extra pump of adrenaline bursting through me with each step he takes. “She begged for it. I’m talking over, and over, and—”
My fist collides with his jaw, knocking him off-balance. He catches himself facedown at the sink, both hands gripping the ledge. “Mother fucker.”
Pain throbs in my knuckles, my ears ringing with the sound of the school bell.
Pushing off the sink, Carter gets in my face, nose-to-nose. “You’re going to hit me for that slut?”
“Call her a slut one more time,” I growl.
His jaw ticks while we pant angry breaths between our teeth. I’ve only taken a swing at someone twice in my life—both were recent, unplanned, and for Eva. But I know I’ll do it again if he can’t keep his mouth shut.
“Dude,” Zach says cautiously, and I let him pull me back a step by a handful of my hoodie.
“Fuck you, Easton,” Carter snarls. “And fuck yourslutof a sister.”
My vision turns red, and when it clears, Marco has a struggling Carter in a chokehold while Zach holds me back with both arms around me.
I inhale, blink the red haze from my eyes, and shrug Zach off me.
“What the fuck is your problem with Eva?” I ask Carter. “I’m beginning to think you’re obsessed with her or something.”
“Or something,” Elijah chuckles, leaning against the wall and inhaling on his joint.
Carter jerks against Marco, but Marco, tight-lipped, only grips him harder.
“Shut the fuck up, Elijah,” Carter chokes out, fuming.
“All this testosterone is killing my high.” Elijah blows out some rancid smoke and grins. “Eva popped Carter’s cherry. He’s been in love with her ever since. Dude’s got itbad.”
I knew they’d slept together, but hearing it out loud makes my chest tighten with denial.
Carter tries to shake Marco off again, but he hardly budges. “I’m notin love, asshole. But while we’re spilling secrets, Elijah, how about we announce the fact you’re still a virgin?”
