“True.”
Plucking Amanda’s purple thong from the floor, I held them out of reach when she tried to snatch them away. “Ah ah ah… souvenir.” I shoved them in my pocket as I watched her look back and forth between Vaughn and me. “I know what you’re thinking,” I said when she couldn’t seem to find the words, “and no, we’re not bluffing.”
We stepped aside while Amanda climbed down from the counter, and when she scurried for the door, I realized she was smarter than I gave her credit. This was not a situation she could argue her way out of.
As soon as the door closed, Vaughn rolled his eyes and deleted the video. Of course, we never had any intention of posting some shit like that online. A lifelong punishment like that didn’t quite fit the crime of sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. This was just high school. The shit ends.
“You’re not going to save that for your spank bank?” I asked as I washed my hands not once but twice. No matter how hard I scrubbed however, they still felt dirty. This was probably the first time I hadn’t enjoyed making a girl come.
Vaughn groaned as his head fell back on his shoulders. “The last fucking thing I need is Tyra finding this shit on my phone.”
“Why the hell would you give her your password?”
“Give?” He sneered. “I didn’t give her shit. Her nosy ass must have watched me punch in the code.”
I snickered as I dried my hands. “So change it,” I challenged, knowing that he wouldn’t.
“Fuck you,” he spat back.
We both burst into laughter as I tossed the paper towel in the trash. Heading for the door, I paused when I realized Vaughn was creeping toward one of the stalls. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“I gotta shit,” he threw over his shoulder.
It was more than enough explanation for me. I was so busy digging in my back pocket for my phone as I rushed through the bathroom door that I ended up colliding into something soft. The moment I recognized Bee’s strawberry locks, I grabbed her waist to keep her from getting away. “Looking for me?”
I watched her blink those baby blues a few times before frowning in confusion at the bathroom door behind me. “What are you doing here?” she questioned while ignoring mine. “And what were you doing in the girls’ bathroom?”
Leaning down, I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled. Her sweet scent was playing chemical warfare with my brain. “Looking for you.” Technically, it was only partly true, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Let me go, Jamie.”
Somehow, I knew she wasn’t talking about physically. “I can’t do that.” My hands dropped to the back of her thighs before slowly making their way up. She’d worn her uniform without stockings today, and I felt like a kid in a very naughty candy store. “Because, unlike you, I keep my promises.”
Her eyes rounded at the sound of fabric tearing, and I watched her lips part in shock after I held up her lacy red thong. There was no fucking way she hadn’t worn these for me. Red was our favorite color.
“How thoughtful of you,” I cooed while she continued to gape at me. Shoving my hand inside my pocket, I tossed the purple satin aside and replaced them with the red lace. I’d rather have Bee’s scraps any day.
“You’re a pervert,” she spat, finally breaking free of her shock.
“You won’t get any argument from me.”
Her eyes became twin balls of blue flames, and even though she was glaring at me, my heart leaped with joy, seeing her fire that I’d missed so much. “Do you honestly think treating me like I’m some whore turns me on? You repulse me.”
“And I believe you. I also know it’s why you want me, too.” I pressed my lips against her neck and felt her body shiver as I worked my way up. “Because it feels wrong,” I whispered in her ear, “and you always liked getting your hands dirty, didn’t you, kitten?”
I didn’t wait for a reply and left her standing there.
Outside, I managed to catch up to Four and Ever as they stood by his truck. There was zero space between them as he held her, making no mistake as to what they were up to. I shook my head, knowing anyone could have walked up. I wasn’t about to finger-fuck the entire school because they couldn’t be bothered to be more careful with their secrets.
Four noticed me first and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, quick draw?”
Snickering, I hopped onto the G-Wagon and shoved a cigarette between my lips. My hands shook as I lit up, and since I couldn’t have what I really needed, nicotine would have to do. “She wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to get my dick out. I fingered her, though. Did you know she’s a squirter?”
“TMI, Buchanan. And it’s not gentlemanly to kiss and tell,” Four scolded.
“I didn’t kiss her.”
“And my cousin is no gentleman,” Ever added.
“Learned from the best, little cousin.”
“I’m a changed man.”
I cut my gaze his way. “Until Bee’s around.” I could practically see Ever imagining ways to murder me as if his thoughts were playing on a high-definition screen. “My bad.”
I wasn’t the least bit fucking sorry, but he could take it or leave it. It was my ex-girlfriend and best friend he was playing, and for whatever reason, Bee was allowing him to string her along.
I lit my fag as Four whispered something to Ever. Whatever she said, calmed him—not that I gave a shit. However bad Ever wanted a fight, I wanted it ten times more.
“Get in the truck,” he ordered. I smirked, remembering a time when he eagerly followed orders rather than dished them out. “You too,” he said to Four.
As Four rounded the hood for the passenger side, she said, “There’s your one.”
Snorting, I hopped in the back, and then Ever announced that we were going shopping.
“You’re sure you took care of that issue?” Ever asked me, referring to Amanda. Four, who I had a feeling wouldn’t approve of our problem-solving methods, was in the back, trying on dresses. We were surrounded by them in various colors, lengths, and volumes, though the raised marble platform took up most of the main room. Ever had taken Four to this overly posh boutique in town that had a waiting list six months long. Bechette, the forty-something French woman who owned it was in high demand. Not to mention sexy as fuck. It was too bad my game didn’t work on girls who’d graduated high school.
“Do you even have to ask?”
Unbeknownst to Four, the whispers about their true relationship had grown louder for some reason, and until today, we hadn’t tracked down the source.
Ever sighed, and I could literally see the weight lift from his shoulders, although the worry still lingered in his eyes. “Thanks, man.”
I shrugged. “We’re family.” And I didn’t just mean Ever, but Four too. I’d do anything for them, even though they were both pissing me off. Whatever was going on between Ever and Bee, Four was now a part of it, and none of them held any reservations about lying to me.
As if reading my thoughts, Ever rounded on me. “Whatever you’re thinking, get it out of your head. I’m not screwing you over.”