I put my hands on my hips. “All right, whatever you did, fess up.”
“We didn’t do anything.” Bailey rubs her hand across her forehead. “It was just like that when we came out here.”
“What was like what?” I track her gaze to my car, and my worry skyrockets. “What happened to my car?”
Londyn frowns, while Payton looks away, and Bailey chews on her fingernail.
Giving up, I circle the car to see if I can find out for myself …
“What the heck?” My lips part in shock as I spot one, two, three,four… “How the hell are all my tires flat?”
“It gets worse,” Payton mumbles, scuffing the tip of her shoe against the dirt.
I look to Londyn for help.
Sighing, she rounds to the trunk and pops it open. “There’re some, um, car pieces from the engine, I think, in here. I’m not sure which ones since I don’t know shit about cars.”
Anger simmers under my skin as I march to the back of the car to look inside the trunk. Sure enough, pieces of the carburetor, along with the battery are scattered around inside.
Fuming, I stride around to the front of the car and pop the hood. I’m not even sure why I bother looking. The parts are for sure mine. Just as I’m pretty sure I know who did this.
“Car trouble?” The sound of blondie baby douchebag’s mocking tone makes my lips curl.
I reel around, preparing to have a throw down with him, but instantly falter.
Standing on the other side of the fence beside blondie are two guys, one who looks barely a bit younger with chin-length black hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, and the other looks slightly older with dark hair, a few facial piercings, heavily inked arms., and dark circles under his eyes All of them share similar facial features, so I’m guessing they’re brothers. They’re also dressed head to toe in black with a different assortment of studded bracelets, belts, and chains decorating their outfits, as if they’re auditioning for a Goth boy band. A very pretty Goth boy band.
Why is it the douchey ones are always pretty?
A smirk starts to rise on blondie baby douchebag’s face, and I realize I’m staring at them.
Pulling my head out of my ass, I glare at him. “Did you do this to my car?”
“Someone did something to your car?” He feigns dumb yet keeps on smirking. “Wow, that really sucks.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t do it. I know you did.”
He stares me down hard. “If you’re so sure, then prove it.”
I want to pick up a rock and throw it at his stupid pretty face, but the last thing my family needs right now is assault charges pressed against me.
Blondie rests his arms on top of the fence. “You know, my brother over here”—he nods at the older-looking one—“is a mechanic. And maybe, if you ask really, really nicely, he might just fix your car for you.”
My narrowed gaze snaps to the alleged mechanic of the three, and he smirks.
“I don’t know, Blaise.” He flashes blondie a conniving grin. “I’m not sure she’s pretty enough to entice me to do much of anything.”
My hands ball into fists. Screw this. I need to punch something, mess up Goth bands’ pretty boy faces.
Suddenly, Londyn strides forward and snags the back of my shirt, towing me back—I didn’t even realize I was stepping forward. Then she positions herself in front of me protectively.
“Who the hell do you guys think you are?” she spits furiously. “Don’t you ever talk to my sister that way. And stay the hell away from her damn car!”
As much as I appreciate her protectiveness, her bodyguard act is probably going to escalate the situation.
I step to the side of her and mumble under my breath, “I’m not sure this is the best way to handle the situation.”
She turns to me, her eyes wild with anger. “We can’t just let them get away with this. They slashed the tires and broke … well, whatever the hell that was in the trunk. And they practically called you ugly, which you so aren’t.” She raises her voice and glowers at them. “And they know it. They’re just being bullies because you shot dickhead over there down.” She waves her hand in Blaise’s direction.