“How did—? Nope.” I shook my head. “I don’t even want to know.”
She laughed.
Who would have thought that revenge, having a common enemy, would be what finally bonded Kenna and me together?
How fucked up.
I didn’t want to be grateful to Carter for anything.And I’m not.But the truth of it was that Kenna and I might never have found something in common if it weren’t for the trauma we both went through.
The Academy came into view, and Kenna killed the lights before turning past the main parking lot. “Are you still planning to tag?” I asked.
“Definitely, it just so happens that my message tonight goes too damn perfect with your plan. It's as if fate brought us together for this reason.”
Was it a bit twisted that I was glad Kenna wanted to do this with me? “If that is true, can I just say, fate or destiny, whatever you want to call it, is one deranged bitch.”
She smirked. “Touché.”
The parking lot was utterly deserted as Kenna steered the BMW toward the teachers’ parking lot on the east side of the building. It was also the furthest from the football field, which made me nervous, but if everything went according to plan, then I had no reason to be concerned about our getaway. It should be smoothing sailing, and Kenna and I could do a victory dance across campus.
Kenna turned off the engine after parking under a tree, the furthest spot from any streetlamps, the car concealed by shadows and darkness. From a distance, you wouldn’t be able to tell a car was parked here at all. Clearly, Kenna had done this before.
“Do you have everything you need?” she asked, eyeing me.
I nodded. “I think so.”
“Perfect.” She reached for the bag at my feet, pulling it into her lap. “You know once Brock and Grayson find out, we’ll never be able to leave the house again.”
“There is always that slim chance they won’t find out.” My voice was thin, lacking any real hope that might happen.
“We should have slipped them sleeping pills during the movie.”
I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. “Kenna!”
Kenna undid her seat belt and zipped up her bag of graffiti goodies. “What? Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing. Our freedom depends on it. Like I said, I’m not going back to Clearbrooke. That place can kiss my ass.”
I had been under the assumption that Kenna had been happy with her life living in Clearbrooke, but now I wasn’t so sure. “Will this be your last tag then?” I asked.
“It will have to be if Grayson figures out I’m the one behind all the messages.” There was no mistaking the pointed look she directed at me.
What she really meant was, if I squealed and told Grayson or Brock the truth, then she would have no choice.
I sighed. “Let’s just get through tonight first. Then we’ll deal with the fallout later.”
She flipped up her hood, shielding part of her face but not her lips. They curved. “To infinity and beyond.”
I blinked, staring at Kenna like she was an alien. “Did you seriously just quoteToy Story?”
Shrugging, she opened the car door. “It was the first thing that came to mind.”
Looking like two bandits about to break and enter, which was more or less exactly what we were doing, Kenna and I dashed across the empty lot to the side doors. “Aren’t there cameras?” I whispered, my eyes darting over the building. The Academy looked even scarier at night. Its castle-gothic appearance fit perfect for a horror film set.
Squawk. Squawk. Squawk.A crow perched on one of the pointed towers protested at the sight of us creeping in the shadows.
“There are cameras at each of the two main entrances and one at the office. But none in the classrooms or most of the halls,” she informed.
Either she had been hanging out with the Elite too long or Kenna was a mastermind disguised as a rich cheerleader who pretended not to have a brain. “How do you know this stuff?” I asked as we approached the side door.
She fished out the keys from the pocket of her hoodie. “It pays to be involved in school activities.”