“That’s,” she clears her throat. She’s no longer blushing. In fact, she looks a little green. “£22.57 please.”
Kalen quickly pays the cashier and gathers up his stuff. Before we leave he calls back to the cashier.
“Remember this beautiful face, sweetheart! We’re gonna film it, put it on TikTok, and I’m gonna be an internet sensation!”
We spy a security guard approaching us so we grab our stuff and run, crying with laughter. Outside, we cross the car park to where Sawyer is waiting.
“What the hell took you guys so long?”
“A rat bit Onyx in the pet store and he shit his pants. We had to go to Tesco to get him some new ones.” I smile sweetly, kissing Sawyer on the cheek as I slide into the front seat. No need to call shotgun, these boys wouldn’t dare fight me for it.
“Yeah, but they only had saggy old man Y-fronts,” Kalen chips in.
“He fucking reeks. We wouldn’t let him wipe before putting them on.” Slate grins.
We all turn to stare at Onyx expectantly. He sighs.
“I didn’t shit myself because the rat bit me, I shit myself because when the rat bit me, I got a boner.”
I howl with laughter and Sawyer just shakes his head at us and begins to drive.
“Am I dropping you back on campus then?”
“Please.”
“Do you want to come and have dinner at mine?”
“I’d love to.” I pull an apologetic face. “But I can’t. These guys have just bought the perfect apology pieces and now I get to go home and use them on them.”
I glance in the sun visor’s mirror and grin as Slate and Onyx exchange horrified looks.
Kalen turns green thinking about what he told the cashier and the now very real chance it could become a reality.
“Stop the car, I’m going to be sick!”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Amelie
Valentine’s Day was perfect – even if I didn’t get to fuck anyone with a cactus – and the days following were equally good. We all seem to be getting along, finally. I’ve decided to give the guys the benefit of the doubt until I know the deal with The Order stuff. I need to know all the facts before I decide if I fully forgive them or not, and a girl can have some fun in the meantime.
Jasper trails behind me to lunch. I’ve tried asking Baxter how much longer I need to be followed, but he said until he says so, which led to an argument about him being so damn childish and stubborn.
I need to pee before we have lunch; Kalen found me in class and insisted I try some new fruity juice crap he has made, declaring he is on a cleanse. It was actually really good, but my bladder is now paying the price.
I slip inside the bathroom, the one place I get some kind of privacy as Jasper waits in the hallway near the door. “Scream if you need me,” he says and I may or may not have tested thattheory out a few days ago, and yep, he came running, but so did the guys. Apparently he has an emergency button he hits.
I thought it was hilarious. Everyone else, not so much. Onyx declared they should just let the students eat me alive, that it would teach me a lesson on crying wolf.
I’m startled by the presence of Marcia and a handful of other girls, but I don’t scream out for Jasper. I’m a tad curious as to what their problem with me is, besides the whole ‘I spilled your secrets to the entire school’ thing. They really should get over that. I have.
“Have you spoken to your little friend today?” Marcia asks, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
“She’s meeting me for lunch,” I answer, cautiously watching them circle around me, penning me in.
“Is she, though?” another girl with fiery red hair laughs.
“If you’ve hurt her...” I threaten.
