The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1) - Callie Hart Page 0,86
an appraising fashion that makes me blush down to the roots of my hair.
“O—Oh.” Dear lord, please help me now. Do not let me trip over my own treacherous tongue. I swallow thickly. “Why? Um. What about?”
Kacey tries to hide her smile in the veil of her hair. “God, Silver. How have you managed to make it this far without a scrap of game?” She makes a show of trying to whisper the words, but she makes sure Jacob can hear her.
“I like that about her,” he says, smirking. With a practiced move, he throws back the contents of his glass, savoring it in his mouth, eyes roving over my face. He swallows, and I find I can’t tear my eyes away from the muscles in his throat as they work. “Not everyone can be like you, Winters. Well-practiced and well broken in. Sometimes it’s refreshing to contend with someone a little more…innocent.”
Kacey doesn’t like that. Not one bit. “Yes, well. I’m sure you wouldn’t be saying that when she blows instead of sucks.”
A flush of shame rockets up my spine. Even Zen’s mouth drops open. “Kay Kay!”
Kacey slides her arm through mine, petting my hair. I love my friend to the ends of the earth, but occasionally I also want to punch her in the throat. “Oh, come on. She knows I’m teasing, don’t you, Silly Sil? No one’s stupid enough to make that mistake. You people have no sense of humor.”
Jacob’s eyes drive into the side of Kacey’s head, boring into her, grey and unimpressed. “With friends like you, Kay Kay,” he says, his voice full of mockery, “who needs enemies? Silver? I was gonna head out to the pool for a second. Get some air. You wanna join me?”
Oh, shit. I look to Zen, and then Kacey, my jaw practically on the floor. “Uhhh…sure. I just—”
“Actually, we were just about to pay a visit to the little girl’s room,” Kacey says sweetly. “You know how us women can only go in packs of three. We’ll be back soon, though, Mr. MVP. I’m sure you can spin Silver one of your cheesy pick-up lines then.” She already has me by the arm. She’s pulling me away, stalking toward the stairs in her skyscraper patent pumps before I can even blink. We’re halfway up to the first floor by the time I’m about to make my mouth form words.
“Kacey! What the hell?”
She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes glinting wickedly. “What? You literally just said, ‘I don’t care about Jacob Weaving.’ I thought I was doing you a favor.”
“You’re such a cow, Kacey. You know she wants him bad,” Zen titters.
There’s a line for the restroom, but Kacey breezes right past, dragging me along behind her. Perfectly timed, the door opens just as we arrive in front of it, and Kacey shoots an icy glare at the guy standing next in line—Gareth Foster: Chess team. Dork.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she purrs.
Kacey’s probably never made eye contact with Gareth before in her life. He looks like he just soiled himself. “Uh, no. Of course not. Go right ahead.”
We’re already inside the bathroom. She’s already slamming the door closed. She dumps her tiny purse on the counter, opening it and rooting inside. “Look, Silver. I’m not saying I think Jacob’s a jackass, but…he is. You know that, right? He definitely is a jackass.”
God, she’s so melodramatic. I use the toe of my shoe to knock the toilet lid down, then I lay a towel over it and sit down. The dress I’m wearing—one of Kacey’s. She insisted—is a little too tight. I have to sit ramrod straight to avoid the fabric cutting the circulation off to my legs.
“He’s arrogant, sure,” I say. “But I don’t know about anything else. I heard his mom paid for Jessica Birch’s plastic surgery after she was in that fire last year.”
“The mother’s philanthropic gestures have no bearing on the son,” Kacey says chidingly. “Jake probably wouldn’t have pissed on Jessica if he’d been standing outside that boat shed and she’d come running out aflame. Where’s Halliday and Melody?” She adds this last part as if she’s only just noticed that they’re missing.
“With Guy and Davis,” Zen supplies. The way she hands over the information suggests our friends are up to no good.
“God.” Kacey hurls the lipstick she just pulled out of her purse back inside, frowning as she searches for something else. “How do they know who they’re even fucking?” she