Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #5) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,181

grunts, but I can tell he’s still conflicted about it. About his mother possibly getting away with jailtime when what she really deserves is an early grave. Still, he’s a good sport about it, heading back into the bedroom to get dressed while Cal does stretches in the sunshine streaming in through the windows.

One odd perk of Callum attending school here is that ‘gym’ at Oak Valley Prep can mean many things. They aren’t limited to volleyball over a sagging net while wearing threadbare Prescott tanks. Instead, he’s been able to dance while he’s here and even if it hasn’t been as rewarding as teaching Prescott kids in that warehouse studio with the unreliable electricity, at least it’s something.

Once Heather gets out of the shower, I have her sit in front of me so I can work her hair into a fishtail braid. As I’m arranging it, I can’t help but think of Pam and how she called these types of braids fish-mouth braids.

My hands still for long enough that Heather huffs an annoyed sigh and turns to glare at me over her shoulder.

“Bernie,” she whines, and I sigh, resuming my task. The thing is, I haven’t told her that Pamela is dead. I don’t want to tell her. I don’t know how to tell her. The day after it happened, after we’d spent the night in the old house, and I saw Heather for the first time, my tongue knotted and my throat closed up and I felt like I might pass out if I had to shatter her perfect smile.

So, for now, she knows nothing about Pamela. If she ever thinks to Google her though, it could be bad news for both of us. I’m going to have to tell her the truth eventually, about Pam and Penelope, but today is not that day.

Today is my high school graduation.

It’s momentous, considering all the things I had to go through to get here.

So, when the day comes to tell her, I’ll know it. We’ll sit together somewhere quiet, and I’ll try my very best to explain away the unexplainable, and then we’ll see how things go from there.

“Go get your uniform on,” I tell her, because every student is expected to attend today’s ceremony in uniform. Every grade is required to put on a performance of some sort, so Heather and Kara will be working on a play together while Ashley’s class simultaneously sings and also signs—as in sign language—a song they’ve been practicing for the last few weeks.

Aaron tackles Ashley’s hair while I do Kara’s and I’m surprised to see that he isn’t half-bad at it. She ends up with a nice, sleek high pony with little chestnut ringlets curled around her small ears. He even makes sure the girls are dressed properly, their shoes shined, while I get into my own uniform and yank my graduation gown over the top. It’s a heather gray color, like our uniform jackets, with a sky-blue tassel on the cap.

It looks fucking ridiculous on me.

It looks even more ridiculous on Cal.

“What do you think?” he asks, and since he cringes as soon as he walks into the room to showcase his look, I can already tell how he feels about the hideous thing.

“Um, not my favorite outfit that’s for sure,” I say as he pauses beside me so we can both stare at ourselves in the mirror behind the bedroom door.

“It’s surreal, isn’t it?” he asks, his voice thick with the same sort of wonder that seems to permeate the air of the apartment. Everything seems so normal. Shit, everything is so normal, but there’s an undercurrent to it of something else, a song that sounds an awful lot like finality, like change, like the sound of a doorway creaking open to reveal a new and strange world beyond its borders. “We made it.”

“We made it,” I agree, and then I curve my fingers through Cal’s, and we get ready to head down to the amphitheater. On our way out the door, Oscar slips a length of silky red rope into my pocket with a look in his eyes that promises we’ll be using it today.

“Your reward,” he murmurs, gazing into my eyes with an almost terrifying level of obsession. Well, it might be terrifying for someone else, but it’s nourishing to me. A shadow feeding shadows. “For surviving today.”

I bet he had no idea how frighteningly literal that statement was going to become.

Even though the raid is happening today, and