Page 101 of Twisted Lies


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“It’s true,” Morgan says. “If Twisted Pine excelled in both academicsandsports, they could easily raise the money to build a school in LA.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Brock says. “But don’t tell Braden that. He has enough pressure going into a new season.”

“You think they’ll win this year?” I casually ask. “Braden’s team?”

“Given how much they practice, I hope so,” he says with a laugh. “Those boys never take a break.”

Our drinks arrive, then Brock starts talking to Morgan about her next movie, and we never make it back to talking about Twisted Pine. But I have enough info for now. Jackson’s theory was confirmed, which makes me feel better about him and our deal. He didn’t just make all that up to get me to spy on Braden and his team. There really is a plan to expand Twisted Pine.

When we get home, Liv and I go to my room.

She lies down on my couch. “This is so dumb.”

“What’s dumb?”

“The way they make us hang out here while they have sex. Like they couldn’t wait until they go to bed?”

“I know. It’s annoying.” I sit on the bed and grab the TV remote. “You want to watch a movie?”

“Do you and your boyfriend do it?”

“What?”

“Have sex.”

“Um, yeah.” I nod toward the TV. “Movie, or do something else?”

She stares at the ceiling. “I’ve done it a few times. I don’t get why everyone thinks it’s so great.”

“You’ve had sex? At fourteen?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Was it with your boyfriend?”

“We weren’t really dating. We met on set.”

“You’re an actor?”

“I was. I’m taking a break from it.”

“Was the guy an actor too?”

“Yeah, we dated in the movie. We only did it a few times. The director wanted me too, but he was old and bald and smelled like cigars. So disgusting.”

“Wait — you’re saying some old guy tried to have sex with you?”

She turns to look at me. “Don’t you watch the news? This stuff happens all the time.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I get up. “Let’s go sit by the pool. Or we could swim if you want.”

“Stop trying to entertain me. I’m not a kid. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“So you just want to sit here?”

There’s a knock on the door.

“Girls?” Morgan walks in. “Sorry to interrupt, but Liv, we need to go. My manager just called and I have an early morning meeting.”