Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,38
my shower, Harley is still standing in our kitchen, pulling a jacket on with that blank look on his face that says he’s locking his shit down tight. Jesus.
Someone might die tonight.
“You coming? Morrison is MIA.”
Of course he is.
I don’t know if he’s out there sneaking around with Annabelle in an attempt to forget about his little crush, or if he’s found some new pussy to chase. I send him a text but he brushes me off with some bullshit answer that I’m going to call him out for later.
I glance up and Harley is scowling at me. “Are you coming or not?”
I smirk at him slowly, the type I know pisses him off the most. “Do you really think I’m going to go and watch you make a fool of yourself, fighting some asshole over some Mounty trash? You should really just get over your obsession. If she wanted you, she’d fuck you.”
His jaw clenches and he gets this look on his face that I haven’t seen directed at me since Joey took his mom’s necklace, like he’s actually thinking about taking a swing at me for real. We’ve always been good about keeping that shit in the boxing ring, mostly because Avery would chew us all out if we didn’t, but he has taken a swing at me twice before.
I should’ve guessed insulting the Mounty like this would trigger his response but I can’t help but push him, test him, poke at him to see just how far he’d go for her because I’ve never seen him like this about a girl. Fuck, of course he’d fall for the same girl as Blaise and of course she’d be the the bane of my existence.
Nothing is ever simple in our family. Nothing.
“Listen, I get you fucking hate her, and that shit is on you, but I don’t and neither does Aves. If she finds out you’re talking about Lips like that she’ll fucking cut you out again. Do you really wanna spend the whole year fighting with her?” Harley grits out, the words squeezing through his clenched teeth.
Fuck.
He’s really trying to convince me, which means he actually gives a fuck about keeping us all together. Avery would be so goddamn proud.
I pour myself a bourbon and salute him with the glass, sarcasm dripping from me because I can’t fucking believe it’s come to this. “Fine. But you didn’t answer my question, are you going to fight every guy who fucks Lips?”
I down the glass and listen as he grinds his teeth some more, hating me and the air I’m breathing right now because even if I stop calling her Mounty trash, I’m not going to back down about her.
Finally, he grabs one of Morrison’s leather jackets and walks over to me, a smirk back on his face. “She didn’t fuck anyone at the party. She stayed with me the whole time. Someone is threatening her and making her fucking jumpy as hell. When I find out who it is, he’s fucking dead. You in or not?”
He fucked her. He fucked the Mounty, or at the very least got off with her.
There goes the churning in my gut again. I set my glass down and take the jacket he’s holding out to me.
We’re fucked.
We’re all fucked.
Chapter Thirteen
Blaise
Lying to Ash about where I am is getting harder and harder.
I don’t want to break Lips’ trust but, fuck, Ash and I have been close since grade school and I’m fucking shit at keeping anything from him. He sees through it all and even if I can avoid him for a few days, after weeks of disappearing three nights a week he catches on to the fact that it’s girl related.
When I refuse to tell him who it is, he tells Avery I’m running off to fuck Annabelle on the regular. When she doesn’t ruin me, he figures out it has to be Lips.
I stay the fuck out of his way while he gets pissed over it. I’m too fucking busy curating playlists and sketching in my new lyric books. I’m a little fucking heartbroken the Mounty hasn’t opened my present yet and these lyric books are still too new and fresh for my liking.
I gave her all of my favorite ones.
It’s as confusing as hell as well because she refuses to open the box, but then when she thinks I’m distracted she’ll stare at me like she’s craving something only I can give her, like I’m the one person in the world