“Fucking hell. Seriously, Kenna.” Grayson shook his head, resting his ass on the bumper of his Jeep as he shoved a hand into his hair. “Why would you do that? Is this about attention?”
“No,” she stated. “This is about all the people who stabbed me in the back, people I thought were my friends. They deserved to be outed. I wanted to make them sweat, make them wonder if they would be called out next.”
Grayson flinched, his features losing some of their fierceness. “Okay, I can understand that. Then why throw Josie or the Elite under the bus?”
“She had her reasons,” I said, coming to her defense. “It doesn’t matter now. Kenna and I worked it.”
Brock lifted a brow. “Not so fast, Firefly. I’m truly interested in whoyouwere meeting in the middle of the night. It sure as fuck wasn’t me.”
“No, it wasn’t you.” Because the headlights were giving me a migraine, I walked to the front of the Jeep and leaned on the grill beside Grayson. “Do you remember the text Carter sent me, the picture of you and Kenna?”
Brock bristled, his gaze never leaving my face. “Unfortunately.”
This was going to suck. Sometimes keeping secrets was easier than telling the truth. “He asked me to meet him here tonight,” I murmured, avoiding his eyes. I didn’t want to see the disappointment or the fury in them.
“And you thought that was a fucking good idea,” he rumbled, unable to keep the temper from his voice.
I finally glanced up. “Meeting him alone? No. But my agenda tonight had nothing to do with the stupid photos of you on his phone. I came because I wanted revenge.”
Brock understood me better than anyone, so he asked in a low voice, “What did you do?”
Kenna and I shared a look, and something passed between us. I didn’t know about her, but inside I still reeled with adrenaline from what the two of us had managed to do on our own. No guys. No Elite. Just Kenna and me.
There was a sweet satisfaction in dealing with Carter alone, without help. It felt like something we needed to do, regardless of the fallout. “We let him know that we aren’t bitches to be trifled with.”
Grayson’s gaze shot toward the football field, only part of it visible from this direction, and even then, it was too far away. His face went pale. “You didn’t kill him, did you?”
I choked. “Christ. We’re not murderers.”
Grayson’s nose crinkled. “No, but the two of you are trouble.”
Brock was silent. Not a good thing. He was scarier when he said nothing, and I could tell by the hardening of his jaw and the glint of fire that flickered in his aqua eyes, he was fucking pissed at me.
Kenna lifted her chin. “What we are is fucking epic. Josie and I make a great team.”
Grayson shoved his hands into his back pockets, a scowl grazing his lips. “And that scares me. I’m not sure if I like it better when you hated each other or this….”
A second car whipped around the corner, and my fingers clutched tighter against my bag, until I realized that neither Brock nor Grayson was concerned with the new arrival.
I recognized the car as it slammed to a stop. Micah’s Hummer. Two figures exited the vehicle. “The next time you guys decide to play hide and seek, pick a place cooler than school.” Micah’s voice carried through the darkness, sounding amused as always.
“Micah and Fynn,” Kenna exhaled. “I should have known.”
The other half of the Elite stepped in front of the car, so the headlights no longer impaired us from seeing them. Fynn’s eyes skimmed over my face before meeting my gaze. A silent question passed through me.Are you okay?
I nodded.
Both of them looked like they had just rolled out of bed, not that it diminished their sexiness. “You found them,” Fynn stated, glancing to Grayson and Brock.
Kenna popped her hand onto her hip. “What? Did you call the SWAT team too?”
Grayson shoved off the car. “You’re lucky we didn’t call the police.”
“As if,” she retorted, brown eyes rolling.
“We might not have called the police, but campus security will be making a sweep soon,” Micah advised, checking his phone.
“They won’t be by for another hour,” she informed in her know-it-all tone.