“I wouldn’t know.”
Inserting the key, she opened the door, and together we slipped inside the Academy. The vacant halls were eerie without the constant chatter and squeaking of sneakers, but even on a weekend, it still had that stench about. Cleaning products mixed with teenage angst. “We’ll scope out the other parking lots and then the football field. We should be able to see him from inside the school with these.” She removed a pair of binoculars from her bag as we walked down the dark hallway.
My face scrunched. I was almost afraid to ask. “Tell me why you carry binoculars around with you?” It didn’t seem like a tool needed for tagging.
The soles of our boots were rubber and nearly soundless as we continued down the hallway. “In the beginning, I used them to canvas the school to make sure there weren’t any security guards or anyone up at our house for me to sneak back in.”
Made sense, and very thorough. “You’re definitely better at this than me.”
Kenna’s brows rose. “What’s in your bag?”
I shrugged. “Oh, the usually revenge shit. Handcuffs, rope, duct tape, video camera, a knife.”
Kenna’s mouth dropped. “Oh my God, that is more like a serial-killer bag.”
We strolled past the facility office, and a faint hint of stale coffee lingered by the door. “I was kidding about some stuff, but I did bring mace and a taser.”
“Where did you get a taser?” She seemed genuinely intrigued.
“I borrowed it from a friend.”
Kenna glanced at me as we approached the main hallway. “Is it weird that I’m oddly excited?”
“Probably, but honestly, I am too.” Everything about this was bizarre, but I would roll with it, and I was really glad she was with me. There was no one else I would rather torture someone with than my sister. Well, perhaps the Elite too.
But Kenna and I, we needed this. We had to take back the power. Show Carter that we weren’t afraid of his lame ass anymore—that girls could be scary as fuck too.
We checked out the north entrance first before moving to the west side of the school where the gymnasium and locker rooms were. Kenna pulled out her binoculars and peered out the side door window, scanning the football field.
Twenty seconds later, she murmured, “He’s there.” Her entire body stiffened, causing a chain reaction within me, just hearing that he was close.
My heart went apeshit in my chest, beating so hard I thought my heart would leap out. “Is he alone?”
She took another moment or two to continue scouring the area. “I only see one car. He is standing under a streetlight. From this far away, I can’t see his face clearly, but it looks like him.”
The hair on my arms rose. “What is he doing?”
“Pacing,” she whispered. “He keeps checking his phone.”
It was eight past midnight. I was officially late, but as I anticipated, Carter lingered just in case. He didn’t want to pass up this opportunity. The prick had no idea he was getting a two-for-one special.
I puffed out a breath. “I was supposed to come alone, but I’m going out on a limb here and assuming he won’t care that I brought you along.”
“Are you kidding? He is going to get the biggest hard-on of his life,” she said as she continued to monitor Carter through the binoculars.
Disgust lurched through me. “Gross. The last thing I want to think about is Carter’s dick.”
“It’s not that impressive, trust me,” she muttered coolly.
The fact that she could joke about what happened to her made me believe she healed more than I thought. It seemed like a big step.
I shivered. “I’m officially putting a sock in this topic. We have more important matters. Like how we are going to approach Carter.”
“Sneak attack.”
“That’s what I’m thinking. He doesn’t know about you. We’ll use that to our advantage. I’ll go first.” I dug out the stun pen from my bag. “Do you think you can handle this?” I asked, holding it out for her to take.
Her eyes glittered. “How hard can it be? I just press and point.”