“Scar, wait,” Crew says as he jogs up to my side. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You never do, Crew.” Sarcasm drips from my words and guilt immediately gnaws at my stomach. I stop walking and he does the same. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just so fed up with all this bullshit. When does it end, Crew?”
“I know, baby. This whole situation is fucked up. We’re all just doing the best we can.” His arms wrap around me and I fall into him, basking in this moment of safety.
He holds me for what feels like minutes as more questions invade my mind.
Who would do this? Why do it to me?
There’s only one way to find out. This person is good, but everyone fucks up occasionally. There has to be some sort of evidence that we can find to try and figure out who is doing this.
I lean back slightly, looking up at Crew. “I’d like to see the room in the tunnels.”
His body tenses as soon as my words hit his ears. Peering down at me, he says, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I won’t take no for an answer, though, and if no is the only one he gives me, I’ll find another way.
“If that room is full of information about me and my personal life, I want to see it.”
He doesn’t say anything. The only sound is the shuffling of feet on the hardwood floor in Neo’s room.
Crew turns his ear toward the door, listening. “Sounds like he’s on the phone with the headmaster. Probably giving 'em hell about getting the power back on.”
My hands plant on my hips, and I glower at him. “You’re deflecting.”
“Am not.”
“Are so. I want to see the room, Crew.”
He sighs heavily, weaving his fingers through his hair. “Lemme talk to the guys.”
I shake my head in disappointment, because I know they’ll make every excuse for me not to go.
“Fine,” I say, knowing that it’s not fine.
I guess if I want to see the room in the tunnels, I’ll have to find it myself.
Suddenly, Neo’s bedroom door flies open. “We have to go,” he says, “bring the girl.”
The girl?Dickhead!
“Go where?” Crew asks.
Neo stalks past us, raising his voice as he heads down the hall. “The Ruins. There’s been a situation.”
ChapterEight
JAGGER
“Fuck!”Crew shouts as he tosses his helmet at his sled. “Still won’t fucking start.”
Scar hugs Crew’s spare helmet to her black down-filled jacket, shivering under the lamppost in the driveway.
Neo revs his engine, not giving a damn that Crew’s sled isn’t running. “Hurry your asses up!” He revs it again, ready to tear up the trails, leaving us in a dust of snow.
“Stop his ass,” I tell Crew, “tell him you need a ride. Scar can go with me.”
Crew looks at Scar for approval, and she immediately says, “Well, I’m definitely not riding with Neo.” She pulls the helmet on her head and steps toward me, before turning around to look at Crew. “I’ll see you there?”