“Gotta watch that temper of yours, Sammy.” He grins as he uses my nickname from Sab.
“What did you just say?” I scowl. I look past him, seeing Sabella moving around in the kitchen of the main house. “Have you been talking to my sister again?”
“Stop acting like such a pussy. We were just talking.” He twists the watch on his wrist, and I continue to scowl at him. “I came to find out about your task—do you need any help with it?”
I scowl harder. “No.”
He rolls his eyes and pushs past me. “You know I’m good with technology, right? If you need something, let me know, use me.”
“You sound like a cheap porno,” I snicker, and he joins in.
I watch him moving around the pool house, picking up my shit and putting it back down.
“What do you want?” I ask, closing the door since he clearly isn’t fucking leaving anytime soon. I walk into the kitchen to grab an energy drink. I’ve been up most of the night thinking about Patience and Maxwell and Sabella and the fuck up I’ve made of my life.
“I told you, I came to help,” he says as he looks down at my laptop. He glances up at me. “You looking into the Mayor?”
“Can’t say,” I reply.
“Can’t say or won’t say?” he smirks back. “Ooooh, a mystery! We’re like the Scooby Doo crew. You can be Shaggy and I’ll be the tall blond dude that gets all the hot chicks.” He winks.
I’m actually not sure if we can talk about our tasks since we haven’t been specifically told not to, but I have a feeling it would likely be frowned upon.
“Either. Both,” I reply with a shrug. “Have you gotten yours yet?” I ask, curious.
The task hadn’t been what I’d been expecting, and I was interested to know what everyone else’s had been. Mine seemed…wrong, fucked up even. Why do this to a girl? What did The Elite hope to gain by hurting her?
He sat down at my computer and started clicking buttons, his hands moving over the keyboard too fast for me to comprehend. “Nope, not yet. Bored as shit waiting for it, though.”
I pull out two energy drinks and pop one open before downing most of it in one chug. Fuck I’m tired. And I’m supposed to go to school today. A meeting has been booked with the school counselor, courtesy of my dickhead of a father.
“Here you go,” Sebastian says. He’s looking at my computer screen and he gives a whistle. “She’s fucking hot. Not as hot as your sister, but sill incredibly bangable.”
I scowl at him. “Watch yourself.”
He laughs as I head over to the laptop. I expect to see porn or some shit, but what I see makes me drop my can. Thank fuck I drank most of it.
On my computer screen is Patience. At least…I think it’s her. I pick up the can from the floor and throw an old t-shirt over the wet patch before moving to the laptop to get a better look.
Itisher, but not like I’ve seen her before. No wonder I hadn’t instantly recognized her.
Patience is beautiful. Really fucking beautiful.
Nothing like the gangly kid I once knew.
Her hair hangs long, dark, and shiny down her back. Her lips are big and pouty, and behind them are straight white teeth. Her skin is pale like milk, and she fucking filled out. Her tits look big and firm, her legs long, her waist narrow. Things just got a whole lot more complicated.
“Fuck,” I murmur as I scroll through pictures of her.
“You gonna tap that?” Sebastian asks from over my shoulder, making me practically jump out of my skin because I’d been so lost in thought that I forgot he was even here.
“Motherfucker, I will knock your fucking teeth out if you do that to me again!” I yell, but then I can’t stop myself from laughing as he feigns innocence.
“What can I say? I’m quiet.”
“Quiet? You’re like a fucking stalker the way you creep about.”
“It’s my crazy ninja skills,” he jokes.
