We made it back to the girls as the trailers were starting.I handed Eisley the giant bucket of popcorn and plopped down beside her.
“Thank you!”
I tried to get another kiss in, but she turned her head this time.
Micah put an old-school boombox in the middle of the blankets and turned the volume high, so we could all hear the movie.
Eisley let me put my arm around her, and soon, the group grew silent and we focused on the movie. This was the sixth movie in theGlass Childrenseries, and it was like the first five that came before it, kids were creepy, they murdered unsuspecting adults, and it had plenty of jump scares. More than once, Eisley screamed and spilled popcorn all over us. It made me laugh every time.
“You know it’s all fake,” I teased. “That knife is far too small to do that amount of damage.”
“How would you know?” She tossed a handful of popcorn at my face, and I opened my mouth to catch some.
Oh, darling. We didn’t have enough time to dive into that.
We were an hour into the movie when the tension began to heighten. Three people had been murdered, and the rest were figuring out that the little blonde orphan children were the ones doing it.
Eisley’s eyes, always so expressive, were terrified as she leaned forward, absorbing every minute. Right behind the main character was a pair of sharp blue eyes. Any moment now, we would get a jump scare.Right as the little Glass child leapt out of the darkness, someone crept up behind us and pressed a knife to Eisley’s neck.
Eisley screamed, and I shoved the unknown assailant back. Everyone turned to see Spencer falling on his ass, clutching the large knife, and howling with laughter.Without another thought, I lurched forward and raised my fist. He tried to get back up, but I shoved him and threw myself against him. Getting him onto his back, I raised my fist again.
“You think that’s fucking funny?” I shouted and swung my fist at his nose.
Rule 8 - Kansas
Remember important dates.
“Kansas, stop!”
Eisley’s panicked voice burst through the autopilot my brain was on, but not enough to get me to pull back my fists and stop hitting Spencer.
He rolled me onto my back and got a few shots in, but I’d been working out and training for a year to fight and defend myself. This pretty boy had no chance against me.
Rem and Micah tried to pull us apart but quickly dropped us when someone reminded them that Spencer had a knife.I didn’t fucking care. Let him stab me and see what happened.
“Berries & cherries,” Micah groaned loudly. “Come on, guys, the cops are here. Spencer, put the knife away.”
Spencer, suddenly finding new strength, shoved me off of him and stood, popping the knife back down and into his pocket.My glasses flew off when he pushed me, and I squinted in the dark, trying to find them.Someone handed them to me, and I shoved them on my face and stood. I looked to see who’d given them. Emi.
“What the hell, dude!” Spencer threw up his hands. “Are you some sort of psycho?”
“You had a fucking knife!”
“What seems to be the problem here?” Two officers approached us.
“He attacked me!” Spencer pointed to me.
“You a Foxworth?” the officer asked Spencer, who nodded eagerly.
I snickered. I knew more than anyone in this god forsaken town how important the Foxworths were here.
“He had a knife,” I explained to the officer lamely. I knew I was fucked.
“I don’t see a knife anywhere.” The officer pretended to look around, but he wasn’t concerned. “Now, why don’t we scatter this little tussle before someone has to be cuffed and taken in?” He gave me a pointed look.
“Someone?” I laughed, but the officer didn’t. To him, I was the criminal and not Spencer Foxworth.
“Is this the kind of man you want to be seen with?” Spencer turned his focus to Eisley. “This animal?”
