Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,30
night when I finally pass out. Harley only drinks enough beer to be able to deal with Avery’s bitch-fit with nothing but patience and kindness so he’s really fucking laying it on thick.
I wake up to a glass of ice water poured over my head and a seething tone in my ear snarking out, “Get your ass up. I need you to walk me to choir and I’m not going anywhere with you stinking like an alcoholic homeless bum someone picked up off of the roadside.”
Ash snickers at his sister like this is all so fucking funny, but when I finally drag my ass out of the shower, Harley dips his head in my direction in thanks and I know that I’ve done the right thing for us all… even if I don’t know exactly what I was so instrumental in making happen last night and it’ll still be hours before I can ask Ash what the fuck went down.
So I just grit my teeth and bear it when Avery looks down her nose at me for shit I didn’t do and I walk down to our class with her, smirking and snarking at the other students as we pass them. It’s the only thing that can help the pounding fucking hangover that’s taken over in my head, until my eyes are watering and my stomach is churning.
We arrive before the Mounty and take our seats, still snarking about the latest round of bullshit that’s being whispered about in the halls.
Mainly Harlow’s latest conquests to grab Joey’s attention, the brainless fucking skank-bitch. She’s a fucking cunt and the only upside to being forced to be around her is hearing the vicious rumors about her and knowing how much of it must be going back to her parents.
They care a little more about her reputation and well-being than mine care about me.
Lips arrives with about three minutes to spare, looking a little tired and rumpled, and Avery assesses her every move. I’m sure she’s taking in just how tired her friend is, but we all know how much the Mounty studies so we should be safe enough.
Lips sits next to Avery and smiles over at some of the other girls in class, rolling her eyes when Avery snarks at her, “Stop being nice to the sheep.”
“Your green-eyed monster is showing, Aves. You know you’re my favorite.”
Avery giggles back and bumps her shoulder with the Mounty’s. “The only green-eyed monster around here is Morrison and he’s too hungover to be any trouble.”
Fuck.
Does Avery know— no. She’s talking about my actual eye color, not the secret jealousy that’s slowly worming its way into my gut every time I see someone else fall for the Mounty’s charms.
Fuck.
I’m so screwed.
I roll my eyes to cover my ass as Lips looks me over. “Drinking on a school night? How very rock star of you.”
I groan and slump down in my chair like my head is killing me… which, to be fair, it is. I spin a little story, just to make sure we’re all on the same page. “I had no choice. Ash borrowed my car to go fuck a Haven chick and Avery cornered me about my own evening activities, so I tried to drown her out with bourbon. I think I’m going to join Harley in celibacy because I haven’t found a pussy yet that’s worth dealing with Avery’s lectures.”
Avery makes a gagging noise and Lips stares at me with this gaping look, stunned at my crassness. I guess I’ve covered my ass a little more.
Miss Umber walks in and starts the class, drawing the attention away from me.
Thank fuck.
“I have some exciting changes in your syllabus to announce! Usually your final assignment for choir is to perform in front of the class but this year we’re joining forces with the music students and holding a concert for the entire school!”
She’s too fucking excited about this lame-ass idea, but I go with it, another distraction and an opportunity to hear Lips sing.
I want to know how the fuck she beat me… how she’s still beating me.
“What the fuck is Miss Umber’s obsession with individual performances?” Lips hisses at Avery the moment Miss Umber’s back is turned.
Huh.
The Mounty really is shy about her voice then.
Avery hums under her breath at her, lifting a shoulder in a nonchalant way, but Lips is looking sick, wiping her palms on her skirt and swallowing like she’s got bile creeping up her throat.