divorce could go public on that scale,” I mutter, feeling dejected.
For some reason, I can’t help but feel like that’s going to be my parents too. I don’t personally know the asshole brothers, but I know one thing. When your parents split, it’s a nightmare for everyone involved. Especially for the only child in the house who stands in the shadowy hallways, listening to her mother cry herself to sleep in-between bouts of throwing up.
“Well, not everyone’s divorce will be breaking news, unless of course, you are the Fitzgeralds,” Kristine goes on.
My heart leaps in my chest, then it starts pounding so hard, I can feel my blood rushing in my veins, and I start feeling hazy.
“Well, life is shitty,” I start, taking a step back. This isn’t a conversation I can have with anyone, let alone these two. I just…shut down. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
“What? Are you going home right now?” Kristine questions, folding her arms.
“Yeah, I told you I have to check my outfit.”
At Clintwood, we wear uniforms, all part of a sad attempt at making sure we’re all equal. So that other people don’t feel inferior because of the ultra-rich amongst us. But hello, the school is a private academy. It practically catered to the rich, with only four or five scholarship kids in each grade.
Besides, almost every girl in this school doctored their uniform. Short skirts that expose their nasty G-strings. Tight, transparent white blouses that leaves nothing to the imagination, and black blazers that neatly wrapped the whole package.
“Seriously, you have tons of clothes that you left at my house, you can sleep over,” she says, looking pissed but if I look carefully, she looks hurt. Shit, I really did hurt her feelings.
“I’d love to, Kristine but I seriously can’t,” I start, backpedaling toward the door. “But I’ll text you.”
Suddenly, I hear loud noises, like an angry mob is shouting outside, then a car alarm starts ringing. Without wasting another second, I rush outside with Kristine hot on my heels to see what’s going on outside.
I push the large door to go out only to come to a dead stop, taking in the wild scene in front of me. The car with the ringing alarm is mine…
“What the—” Kristine starts.
“Fuck!” I scream. “My car!”
My beautiful lipstick red Porsche was just egged! And not only that, the back is overflowing with trash…
The body of my car is covered in white eggshells, disgusting egg yolk and whites sliding down the body like slime. And the backseat has disgusting garbage with flies all over it.
And the culprits are speeding out of the student’s lot in a matte black Camaro.
7
“Fuck yeah!” Liam throws his fist up, throwing the empty carton of eggs to the backseat.
“Hey,” Cole grumbles, but he’s got a wide smile on his face. “I’m back here, remember.”
“Oops, sorry, my guy.” Liam shakes his head, still high from his egg-throwing fest. “That was pretty incredible.”
“Yeah, egging people and unloading trash into someone’s car, pretty incredible,” Cole chuckles, but I catch his eye in the rear-view mirror.
“That was fucking awesome!” Liam pumps his fist in the air. “God, I didn’t know I needed a little Clintwood prank sesh until just now. Thanks, bro.”
“Now, will you calm the fuck down?” I murmur, seeing her face in my rear-view mirror. I don’t know what it says about me that she’s the first person I wanted to see after…
“I make no such promises,” he chuckles.
We landed back in L.A then drove to Palos Verdes a mere fourteen hours ago and already Liam’s been itching to cause havoc and mayhem wherever he can, burning with the need to reign down hell on the world after the weekend we just had. He’s smiling right now, but I can see the shadows in his eyes when I glance at him, catching his gaze.
“Glad you got that shit out your system,” Cole says instead, leaning through the console, his large body looking crammed there. We never actually drive around in one car but after the shit Liam pulled at school, insulting a female teacher then slapping said teacher’s ass, we had to get the fuck out of there.
“Out of my system?” Liam glances back at Cole, looking offended. “What I got in my system is the need to fuck a nice, warm pussy.”
“Yup, he’s still the same.” Cole chuckles.
“Dudes, I love Mom and her new place, but New York’s got nothing new to offer,” Liam grumbles.
That’s not why we were away this weekend