“You can’t be serious?” she snaps at me.
I don’t answer, but I also don’t deny it, and that just pisses her off more. She shoves me out of the way as she storms off, huffing and puffing.
“The entire school will know within five minutes.” Monroe sighs.
I smile. “She is a good messenger.”
“Too bad she doesn’t suck dick half as good,” Law mumbles.
Henley comes back over to us just as Jamie walks by. I meet her eyes, and she nods once at me. I smile. The little doll is about to see just how far I’ll go to prove a point.
“What was that about?” Law asks her.
“Nothing,” she lies.
CHAPTER TWENTY
HENLEY
IT’S SUNDAY NIGHT and I spoke with Jamie at school on Friday when she pulled me to the side and told me she was sorry how she overreacted after the party.
I told her there was nothing for her to be sorry about, and I was the one who was sorry. I know I fucked up, and I can admit that. What I did was wrong. I used Datson, just like the guys used Lacey. And I hate to be compared to them.
I’m standing in my closet, looking over all of my things to wear to Death Valley tonight. There is some exclusive fight going on there that I guess has been all over their social media page—Jamie told me. She talked me into getting out like old times and letting loose. It just sounded good after the week I’ve had.
I find a white tube top dress and slide it on. I do my makeup dark with smoky eye shadow and thick black eyeliner with red lips deciding I’m going more on the slutty side tonight. Biting my bottom lip, I look between my red Gucci heels and my good ole’ faithful Chucks. Do I want to be comfortable? I slide each on and look at myself in the floor-length mirror. Heels win, but I slip my Chucks in my bag just in case I change my mind. I can always go out to her car and change my shoes.
Ten o’clock on the dot, I’m exiting my room and look over at Law’s closed door. I knock on it but get no answer. Opening it up, I peek in to see his light is off, and it’s empty.
When he had asked me Friday, what I was talking to Jamie about, I lied. I didn’t want to confess to them that what I had done with Datson was on purpose to make Scout jealous. Even if they know that, I’ll never admit it.
Closing the door, I make my way downstairs as quietly as possible and slip out the front door unnoticed. My father knows I’m going out. I just didn’t tell him that it’s to Death Valley, and I don’t want him seeing how I’m dressed.
Running outside, I see she’s already parked in the driveway. I jump into her front seat and see she has black faux leather pants on with a black corset. “I like it.” I put my hands out, pretending to be a cat scratching. She reminds me of cat woman, all she’s missing is the ears and painted on whiskers.
She laughs and begins to drive away. “Down, pussy.”
I put my seat belt on. “I messaged Lacey to join us, but she said she was staying in tonight.”
“Who the fuck is Lacey?” She asks, pushing buttons on her dash. “You talking about the foster kid who lives with the Millers?” She snorts. “We don’t hang out with her.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I’ve been hanging out with her. She’s really nice.”
“She’s a virgin and doesn’t party. How much fun can she be?”
I go to tell her she’s wrong but close my mouth. She doesn’t know Lacey like I do, and I think it’s best to keep it that way.
“Here.” She reaches into the back seat and grabs her Chanel bag, throwing it into my lap.
“What’s in it?” I ask.
“I packed cups, birthday cake vodka and Monsters.”
“Oh, God,” I whine, already tasting the drink. Last time we had these, we both threw up in my backyard.
“We’ve got some partying to make up for.” She winks over at me. “Plus, we have school tomorrow. So, we’re going to need the energy with the alcohol.”
I pull the blue bottle out of the bag and twist the lid off to the birthday cake vodka. Then hold the cold bottle between my legs as I grab the cups and one of the Monster energy drinks. I pour half and half into one cup and hand it to her. While I do the same to another. Making sure the lid on the bottle is closed tightly, I throw her bag in the back seat.
“Cheers!” She holds up her cup to me with her free hand, and I hit mine to hers.