my head across the seat to look back his way. “You’d have to have a car to go on a road trip.”
He studies me. “Your mom never had a car?”
“Once. For about a week.”
“What happened to it?”
“Clientele was low, she ran out of cash and needed a fix.”
He nods, but no judgment shows in his light eyes. “None of your friends back home had cars either?”
Friends. Yeah, people never liked me much.
My face must giveaway my thought because Captain licks his lips and looks off.
“Dated a guy with a car once.” I smirk and Captain’s stare comes back to mine. He lifts an eyebrow. “Didn’t take any trips, but we spent a lot of time in that car.”
Captain laughs, making me laugh lightly with him.
The doors fly open then and in slides Maddoc and Royce.
Maddoc looks to me expectantly.
“Just telling Cap here about my extensive knowledge of a nineteen-ninety Honda Civic ... hatchback.”
Maddoc squints.
“Buckle up, big man. We’re ready to get it on the road.” I grin and he lifts a dark brow.
With a laugh I sit back, snagging a bag of chips from his bag and pop them open.
“So, what’s this place like anyway?”
“It’s chill,” Royce says. “Ours is the farthest in the back, up against the creek.”
“Yours?”
“Yup.”
When nothing else is said, unease circles in my stomach.
“Wait ... what?”
Royce spins in his seat, shooting for innocent, but looking like a damn problem child. “Half the senior class will be there.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Royce.” Fuck. “I don’t wanna play with your friends,” I snap.
“You’ll play with nobody,” Maddoc butts in with a scowl.
“Stop acting like you’d have a say.”
“Stop pretending like I don’t.”
I shift in my seat to face him full on. “I’m not a fucking whore, but if I wanted to act like one, I would. And there’s not a damn thing you could do about it. I won’t bend at your will.”
“No, but you’ll drop to your back at yours.”
My mouth gapes, but I quickly close it, glancing off before my eyes give me away. Hate to admit it, but his floppy ass attitude delivered a small sting. I don’t appreciate my mind and my emotions not being on the same page here.
He opens his mouth to say something else but, Royce beats him.
“Speaking of the female species and horizontal positions ... don’t go around choking chicks or cutting off ponytails this weekend, aight? Pussy will be slim pickin’, and I want a new rider every night. No cockblocking.”
“Seriously?”
“Hell yeah.”
“So ... you expect me, the ghetto girl from the group home, a literal fucking charity case, to step into some rich kid zone, and let them run all over me if they try?”
Royce pouts like a child and Captain clears his throat.
“I might be with Royce on this one. Maybe you can get yours when we get back?”
“The fuck?” Maddoc bites out, making Captain laugh.
“I only meant, if you feel the need to kick someone’s ass, wait until we get back. Nobody will fuck with you, Raven.”
“Exactly,” Royce pipes up again. “So let’s keep the legs loose for the weekend.”
“For fuck’s sack.” I stuff the chips between the seats, cross my arms and look out my side window. They’re trippin’, hardcore.
Maddoc moves closer so he can whisper, “You really think we’d sit back and allow someone to fuck with you?”
“I have no idea what you’d do.” I roll my head to meet his stare. “You’re as hot as you are cold, big man.”
“Stop making me crazy and I won’t have to be.”
I scoff, speaking low since he is. “Whatever you say. But don’t act like I can’t handle myself.”
“I know you can,” he says slowly, the green in his gaze almost unseen as black takes over.
Want. Confusion. Need. It’s all there.
My body grows hot, and I fight the sudden urge to swallow. He’s got me all wanton crazy with this whole ‘fuck you while you fuck me’ thing he’s got going.
“We know you’re as capable as we are, Snow. It’s why you’re here.”
“Thought it was so you could keep an eye on me?”
The corner of his mouth tips up slowly. “That too.” His fingers find my wrist and feather across, leaving an eclectic shock in their wake. “But let’s be real, Raven. My eyes have been on you, haven’t they?”
I search his eyes for intent but come up short.
What are you playing at, big man?
“If you think you’re gonna catch me in some twisted shit, you’re wasting my time,” I whisper. “I told you before, I’m no planner.”
He hums, a smirk