CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
London
I’m missing out on things by being a dick. I need to sort myself out.
“You can’t use that. It’s part of a costume.” An angry voice sounds to my right. It seems like it’s coming from the cabins next to the pond, situated a little bit into the forest. You can’t really see them from the house or barn, though.
“He said things on the farm. My room is still on the farm,” another angry voice says.
“It doesn’t count,” the first voice shouts.
“It does,” the second voice counters.
“Both of you are acting like stupid, immature bitches,” another voice pipes in. “We have to do this before sundown and arguing isn’t helping.
“I’m not stupid, like that girl that hangs around him all the time,” another female voice chimes in.
“Her name is Snow and she’s a ballerina.” I’m sure that’s Brianna.
“I don’t care. She looks dumb, like a mouse. She can’t handle a man like London.”
“She’s a slut. I heard she’s with two guys, doing them at the same time. And she’s been with several different men before this.”
“She was on season two of this show.” Someone else—another woman—joins in.
I clear my throat, and everyone jumps. “I suggest you talk less and work more.” My fists are balled and I’m ready to fight. No one says shit about Snow.
Yesterday was fun, even for them. Even if they had to get a little dirty, but chucking pumpkins is fun. Honestly, though, I’m surprised a few of these chicks didn’t chuck a few at each other. But after the fights at the farm challenge, I wouldn’t put it past any of these girls to get violent.
Today gives them time to gossip. You can learn a lot about someone or yourself if you just listen.
I walk around the festival, waving to townsfolk as I go.
Scott finds me and hands me a beer. “Here, thought you might need this.”
“Thanks.” I salute him with the can and take a long drink.
“You do know Snow’s dating history, don’t you?” he asks.
“Just Dayton and some guy named Ben,” I tell him, shrugging.
“Before that, she was with two different guys. She’s no stranger to threesomes.”
“Huh?” My brows instantly draw together in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”
“She won’t say anything because it was with her father’s friends,” he says, and I’m wondering how the hell he found out about this before I did. Scott doesn’t even know her.
“Wow.” I don’t know what to say to that.
Did she lie to us? I mean, I can’t even be mad. I have been with other women and men. So has Shane. But she made it seem like she was pure until Dayton.
Scott claps his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry if this upsets you.”
“I’m good. I just want to know why she kept it from us.”
He shrugs. “You’d have to ask her.”
“Yeah.” I slug back my beer, thinking of how to approach the situation.
“Look, I have to go set up,” he says, “but I hope you’re with people that care enough to be truthful to you.”
“Yeah, same. I’ll talk to you later.” I wave as he walks away.
Maybe it’s Scott. Every time I talk to him, I get angrier about who I can trust.
I need to talk to them tonight and lay it all out there. They’re not the only ones with something to lose if this all goes sideways.