“Because you’re . . . you,” I blurted. “You’re so . . . straightlaced.”
“Nothing you do is illegal, though,” Jamie countered.
If he had seen what we’d been doing earlier, he wouldn’t be so quick to think that.
“You just cause mischief,” he added lamely.
“Is he quoting the wizard prick?” Ash asked in a low voice.
“Dude, did you just compare us to Potter?” Jett asked with a wide grin. “Think we got a chocolate frog for you?”
“You guys are dicks.” Jamie shut his door in our faces as we headed up the stairs to our rooms, our moods considerably lighter.
We gathered in Jett’s room because it was always the cleanest. He was obsessive. I had a tidy room, but not like Jett’s, and Ash . . . well, if you were looking for cups or plates, they’d be in Ash’s room.
“He’s right,” Ash mused as he flopped onto Jett’s made bed. “We haven’t done realMayhem for months.”
“True,” I agreed as I kicked off my boots. “Two parties and the parking lot was dull. We need to juice it up.”
“What do you suggest?” Jett asked as he sat on his couch, his phone already in his hand, no doubt texting Ava.
“Lift and drop.”
I looked appreciatively at Ash, who was propped up on his elbows. “Cars?”
“Yeah.” Ash grinned. “At least six.”
“Six needs more than us,” Jett reminded him.
“We have Queeny.”
“Not on a lift and drop,” I said firmly. “We’ll get her to tag the library.” I smiled at the thought of earlier this week when she had asked me if she could touch herself. I’d never been so hard so quick. The disabled bathroom wouldn’t have been my choice, but we did seem to have a thing for explosive sex in bathrooms.
When she whispered her need to me, I had almost unloaded in my pants. I looked at my cousin. She wouldn’t have been like this with him. It really fucking bothered me sometimes that he had been her first, taking that from me. But I had to remind myself that I was her forever.
Her newfound confidence in dirty talk may be my undoing, but I was willing to power through for her.
“Ben?” Jett suggested.
“Yeah, he’s handy.” I nodded in agreement. “We need something else. Something . . . memorable.”
Ash grinned at me, and I shook my head in rejection. “Dude, really? In November?”
“It’s my favorite time of year,” he said as he lay back down again. “All those databases wiped clean . . . I’m channeling my favorite film.”
Jett threw his head back and laughed as he bounced to his feet. “I know whose car I’m doing, you?”
I didn’t like the way a certain professor was so “friendly” to my girl. “Yeah, I have mine.”
Quickly, we made a list of the professors’ cars we would take. It was simple. You lifted the car from where they had parked it and dropped it off somewhere else. It was an inconvenience to them; our classmates got free classes, and no harm was done. Ash was going to wipe the school records for the semester. That was perhaps more harmful, but it was Mayhem.
He’d been wanting to do it since high school, and we had told him to save it. Now it seemed like sophomore year was the year to let him loose. He would back the records up, and after the initial hysteria had settled, he would re-wipe everything and put it back the way it was . . . with some alterations, but they would be so minute, they wouldn’t be detected.
“I’m going to bed,” Ash told us after we had hatched our plan.
“I’m going to call Ava,” Jett said as he stood with a yawn.
I said goodnight and headed to bed myself. Staring at the empty bed, I hesitated. I wanted my girl.
