Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #5) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,93

makes me shift with jealousy, leather pants creaking as I pop out a hip and stare Trinity down. “We don’t want to have to kill you.” He taps her cheek and steps back, nodding over at Oscar briefly. “Let Maxwell know that if he doesn’t reaccept Ophelia’s original offer, we’ll start dismantling his organization from the top down.”

Vic takes another step back and then turns, gesturing for the rest of us to follow.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asks, gazing down at me. I look back at him before nodding. The idea of continuing the charade was mine. But this time, we have the same dirt on Trinity that Ophelia has. A stalemate, if you will. For now, this buys us time.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see that Trinity’s already stormed off, disappearing between two of the old stone buildings with her skirt ruffling around her thighs. I need to see the girls today—I feel like I might die if I don’t—but we also need to make sure as few people see us interacting with them as possible. They’re supposed to be incognito here. Heather is not Heather today: she’s Hannah.

“I’m sure,” I say, popping a fresh piece of bubblegum between my lips as Aaron catches up to my left side. Hael, Oscar, and Cal trail just behind us. Even here, on the grounds of Oak Valley Prep, people get the fuck out of our way when we’re walking. “I’ve got some ideas of how to handle your engagement on campus.”

Vic grins at me, wrapping his arm over my shoulders and pressing his lips against my hair.

“Whatever her majesty wishes,” he tells me as the spoiled brats of Oak Valley Prep watch us pass through the courtyard, heading in the direction of the elementary school. “Anything. The world. The sun. I’ll lasso the fucking moon.” He pulls away from me, folding his hands together behind his head as I try not to marvel at the idea of Victor motherfucking Channing quoting the move It’s a Wonderful Life.

If I were the type of girl that swooned then I might …

But ew.

Fucking no. Gross.

“Bernie!” Heather shouts as I pass under another ivy-covered gate with the words Oak River across the top. She throws herself into my arms, and I spin, like some bitch in a movie with a happy ending. Somehow, even as confident as I am in Havoc, I’m worried. Like I said, life definitely doesn’t make narrative sense. “Remember to call me Hannah,” she whispers conspiratorially, glaring at Victor over my shoulder before I set her down to join in Kara and Ashley’s hug-fest on Aaron’s legs.

“Boy Scout motherfucker,” Vic grumbles, keeping his distance. Oscar does the same, waiting beside him, while Hael and Callum have no problem greeting the little girls. It’s not like they don’t care or can’t show affection though. In our last phone call, Heather told me how she sometimes catches Oscar peeping in to check on them. She says his eyes sweep the shadows of the room like a hawk, that he drives away all the monsters. And Vic … don’t think I didn’t notice how Ashley threw herself at him when she was initially frightened of me.

“Bernadette!” Kara squeals, giving me a hug next and clinging to me so tight that for a moment there, I can’t breathe. I’d take that sort of death though, death by drowning in a little girl’s affections. They have no ulterior motives, little kids. That’s what makes them so much better than adults.

Surprisingly, a moment later, Ashley approaches in her little uniform and gives me a hug, too. It’s the first I’ve gotten from her. If I were the sort of bitch who teared up at that kind of thing …

“You’re staying here for real?” Heather asks, glancing between me and Aaron. “Everything is so nice. They serve drinks with ice and straws in the cafeteria.”

“It’s for real,” Aaron promises, palming the side of her head. I remember the way Penelope used to look at me and him together, like we were exactly where we were supposed to be. She always liked Aaron. And so does Heather.

“Do you still ship me and Bernie?” Cal asks Ashley, leaning down and putting his palms on his knees. He smiles at her and even chuckles when she pushes his hood back, revealing his blond hair to the world. Several high school girls actually pause on their way past to look at him.

Ashley nods and then reaches out a finger