and his refusal to talk about it, well, that’s just fine with me.
I catch Cole’s gaze in the rear-view mirror. We both know what’s in Liam’s system and it has nothing to do with girls. Well, maybe not all the way.
“What happened to what’s her face?” I start. Thinking about Liam’s constant revolving bedroom door isn’t in my repertoire, so I tap the wheel, thinking of the girl he last had for more than two weeks.
“Oh, you mean the slutty looking librarian one?” Cole snaps his fingers. “Helga? Or was it Trish?”
“No, Trish was five months ago,” I say. I remember her ugly ass because I’m the one who had to go to her house and make her delete every single sex tape she had made with Liam.
“Now that was one hell of a girl.” Liam whistles.
“You called her loose neck,” I deadpan.
“What?” Liam shrugs, taking out his phone as he types something. “She liked sucking my dick. And she was good at it. Too bad you sent her away.”
He looks at me then, accusation flashing in his eyes. I look away, speeding down the road so we can get to school.
“Hey, I’m not the one who broke up with her at the damn mall. The hallowed ground for teen shit.”
“You said I should let her go,” he accuses, but I know he’s not angry at all.
I need to drop these two assholes off so I can go stalk my obsession for the past three years. She’s stayed under the radar—well, under my radar—but I’ve never lost track of her. Not after what she did at that fucking party. And what she’s about to do now.
“So, I was supposed to guess that you loved her and wanted her to stay?”
“Hell no!” Liam laughs then. “She had at least two nights of sucking my dick before her time was up.”
“Wait,” Cole interrupts. “You’ve got deadlines for them?”
“You bet.” Liam types out a message, then glances at me. I feel the question before he even says it.
“Just ask, asshole,” I demand, tightening my hold on the steering wheel, trying to remain cool and aloof. Liam isn’t dumb. He knows something’s up.
“So, the car we just egged. Whose car was it?”
Shit.
I was really hoping he’d miss that, but then again, it’s not every day that I give a directive on whose day to mess up. Unlike the shitheads I go to school with, I don’t spend my days bullying people and shit. Up until last week, I had an older brother who was diagnosed with acute leukemia to take care of. And that occupied every minute I had.
Now that he’s gone, the emptiness is back, twisting my insides until I can’t ignore it anymore. There’s an urgency in me, that’s more than an itch and the only person who can appease it, make me feel somewhat better, is a girl I hate with my entire being. It helps that there’s a few years worth of fury and unresolved anger that I’d like to unleash on her.
“No one’s,” I grit out, then grab my shades, putting them on as I mentally try to block the images that keep popping in my fucking head of my brother’s tongue down Mia’s throat.
“I call bullshit,” he says, folding his arms. I can feel his penetrating gaze as he leans in to study me.
“It was just a random car,” I press, wanting him to let it go.
I can feel Cole’s silent judgement from the back, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows to stay out of this one and of course, he knows whose car that was.
“I’ve never known you to do anything randomly. Not since…”
“Dude, didn’t you see that car was new?” I try to joke but my words come out clipped and angry. How the fuck is Montague able to afford that car when I know for damn sure that her father is a few nickels away from begging on the street for loose change for her daughter to keep being the diva she wants everyone to think she is. “I just wanted to mess with it.”
Liam doesn’t say anything for a while, still watching me, fishing for a lie that he can most definitely sense.
I don’t lie, ever. Not on principle or otherwise, especially not to my brother. But it’s been years of some modicum of peace after the whirlwind that Little Minx caused, creating a storm that sucked up my family. I lied to him then, purposely misdirected him from her after he found