my nerves and just seeing his face sort of ruins my day—and everyone else’s for that matter.
To top it all off, he’s the outgoing captain of both the basketball and football teams, with a perfect loser score to match his shitty personality.
He’s a pompous jerk with noodle arms and a large head. Thank God his brother is nothing like him.
They had a sister once, but she passed away under tragic unrevealed circumstances of her illness that no one actually knew. She used to go to St. Jude High School, so I never knew her, but I think she was Shane’s twin sister or something.
Well, rumor has it.
“God, I’m not going to miss him.” Kristine leans in to whisper in my ear, obviously scared of being overheard.
There’s another rumor around school that Sean doesn’t take kindly to negative gossip about him, comments or anything that he thought put him in a bad light. But the gag is, it was all true. Like I said, he’s an asshole without a definite place in the world. Other than terrorizing unsuspecting idiots who come in on their first day thinking that he’s something like a wanna-be Fitzgerald brother clone.
“That’s not a nice thing to say about your captain,” I say sarcastically. She grunts, then burps. I glance at her, noticing the alcohol she’s drinking. Well then. “Brave, aren’t we?”
“I’m old enough,” she says with a shrug, a hard glint in her eyes. I can smell the recklessness on her, but to be fair, it’s always been there with Kristine.
“Old enough to make irresponsible decisions.” I raise my eyebrow, watching her.
“Give me a break, Ice Queen.” She rolls her eyes. “No one’s as perfect as you. Besides, I’m not driving.”
If only she knew how perfect my life is right now.
“Yup, you just made me your designated driver.” I eye her, from the way her hair seems so messy and her clothes wrinkled. She’s fucking someone. “How long have you been here?”
“Uh, since this afternoon, why?”
“You look seriously wasted.”
“I’m good. We ran into town to get paint and shit. Then Shane bought beer and whiskey. I hated it but drank it anyway, you know?”
Yeah, I know. Do anything to clout.
“Shane was with you?”
“A lot of people came.”
“Who did you go with?”
“Oh, just a couple of jocks from the football team. Brantley was there, Dante left just before you came though, but we’ll meet him at St. Jude.”
She’s stalling.
“You said Shane bought beer and whiskey. You were with him?”
Her eyes widen for a second, and panic sets in. I narrow my gaze at her.
“Oh yeah!” She forces out a laugh. “Shane and I got to talking about you and how he wants to talk to you tonight.”
I look up at the culprit, who’s looking directly at me as he talks to his brother about something. Then both of them are staring at me with unreadable gazes. Unease cripples into my veins, a sinking feeling of doom settles in my gut.
“You and Shane were talking about me?” I question.
She hums, then burps but I look at her closer. She doesn’t look that drunk to me. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Look at the way he’s looking at you,” Kristine whispers hotly. “I think he’s really going to kiss you tonight.”
Well, then.
“It looks like those fucking St. Jude jerks found out about what we wanted to do to their crap school tonight,” Sean shouts. “So, they fucking messed with our house first.”
Disgruntled murmurs rise up around us, but I’m not shocked. These fools should’ve known better than to plan for this the entire week. St. Jude just acts, on the spur of the moment. I like that about them.
“I think we have a rat here!” Sean shouts, and everyone starts looking at each other. “Whoever you are we’re going to find you.”
“I won’t miss that son of a bitch,” Kristine says.
“You said that already.” I point out.
“I don’t care. He wasn’t a very good captain, and we all know it. Hell, his own brother has said it countless times, that his brother’s a prick, with a shitty arm.” Kristine juts out her hip, frowning at Sean. “If he was any good, he would’ve been drafted too, like the older Fitz brother, Julian.”
My heart starts pounding all over again. My palms grow sweaty, but I stand up taller in my boots, flip my hair over my shoulder and force out a light chuckle.
“That’s hoping for a million dollars out of a penny, isn’t it?” I laugh, trying to act like