Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,72
hesitates for a second, and then snatches some lube. “Alright, let’s go.”
“I can make my own healthcare decisions,” I growl as I follow him down the aisle. Hael pauses and lets me catch up, raising his eyebrow again.
“Okay, Blackbird. You don’t want this stuff?” He holds it out to me, and I frown.
“I’m not paying you back for any of it. This is Vic’s problem.”
Hael chuckles and shakes his head at me, heading for the front counter and tossing the shit down on it like he’s not at all ashamed to be spending more than two hundred bucks on sex paraphernalia. The woman behind the counter blushes and bites her lip in his direction.
“He’s seventeen,” I tell her, and she quickly drops the flirty act, ringing the items up as Hael glances over at me and narrows his brown eyes.
“Thanks a lot, Blackbird.” He grabs a water bottle from the cooler next the counter and adds that to our tab.
“You’re welcome,” I tell him with a sharp smile, collecting the bag and heading for the door with Hael on my heels.
“Did you know in some states, they won’t let people under eighteen buy morning-after pills without a prescription? Like for real. That’s some psycho Handmaid’s Tale bullshit right there.”
“How do you even know that?” I ask as he unlocks the doors, and a pair of Fuller High girls waltzes by, looking him up and down. Good lord. I’d hate to go out in public with Hael on a regular basis. He gets plenty of attention, and returns it right back, tossing a wink their direction before he finally climbs into the Camaro.
“I know all sorts of fun things,” he says, looking over at me with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes.
“Vic says you’re eager to fuck me over the hood of your car,” I say, and Hael lifts both brows this time. “Is that true? Because he basically ordered me to have sex with you.”
“He did?” Hael asks, sounding a bit perplexed. He blinks at me and the bedroom eyes fade. “Huh.”
“Huh, what?” I ask, feeling my skin get hot and itchy as I pull out one of the boxes and the water.
“Nothing,” Hael says absently, gunning the engine and drawing every eye in that parking lot. The women are lusting after Hael, the men after the car. It’s pretty pathetic. But I can't say I totally blame them. It is hot. The Camaro, I mean, not the man.
When we get back to the house, Vic is smoking weed outside with Cal while Aaron entertains the girls and Oscar sits perched on one of the chairs in the living room, fucking with his iPad. Always with the damn iPad.
He glances back at the two of us, gray eyes sharp. He doesn’t miss a thing, this guy.
“Did you get the pills?” he asks, and I frown. It’s not really any of his fucking business, is it? “And did you take one?”
“None of that is your business or your choice,” I snap back, my fingers curling around the handle of the bag. Oscar adjusts his glasses and smiles at me. It’s not a very nice smile.
“Not my choice, no, but my business, yes. A baby complicates things.”
“You know what would complicate things?” I ask, stepping forward and dropping the bag on one of the side tables. Aaron and I once carved our initials on the underside with a pocketknife. His mother was furious when she found out, even though you can’t see it unless you get down on the floor. “If I kicked your ass and choked the life out of you a second time.”
Oscar’s face darkens, but before he gets a chance to reply, the back door is opening and Vic is stepping inside. He’s goddamn huge, and not just physically. His personality and presence takes up the entire room and sucks the air right out of me.
“What the hell is going on in here?” he asks as Callum slips past him, grabs that black bag of his, and slips right back out. He winks at me before he goes, and I frown, wondering where the hell he’s off to.
“Oscar thinks it’s his business whether or not I got the pills and whether or not I take them.” I lift my chin up, expecting resistance, but Vic just sighs and gives Oscar a look.
“Leave her alone,” he says, and although the words sound tired, the order is there. It’s not a fucking request. Oscar grits his teeth and stands up, reaching up to push