The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,59

two work your shit out.”

“There's nothing to work out,” I tell him as I stand up and chuck the keys at his chest. They hit him right in the face which is actually pretty funny, and he curses at me before bending down to pick them up. “I'm leaving, too.” Yanking my cell from my pocket, I dial up Micah's phone. He stole mine out of my pocket and programmed his number in while we were in Target.

He answers on the first ring.

“What do you want, Chuck?” he asks, but he sounds playful enough.

I wet my lips briefly as both Cody and Monica glare at me. I should probably preface my question with something like I know we don't know each other very well, but … or I'm sorry to bother you. Except … I don't want Cody and Monica to know anything about my relationship with the twins.

“Can you come pick me up? When I got here, my now ex-best friend was sucking my now ex-boyfriend's dick.” I swallow hard as the line goes silent, and then after a moment, Micah chuckles.

“Assholes. Want us to beat them up for you?”

“Monica just shamed me for shopping at Target because she thinks her family's wealth makes her superior than people who have to buy clothes on a budget. Can you guys come get me, so I can get the hell out of here?”

“Is that key for bring the Lambos and show this bitch how rich she really isn't? Because if so, I'm down.” There's some noise on the other end of the line, and a girl's voice that makes me frown hard. Why is there a girl there with them? I'm suddenly in a panic, and I don't even know why. Maybe the twins have girlfriends? Or … a girlfriend? I mean, for all I know, they might. In reality, I know nothing about them.

“Yes, please,” I whisper, “I'll text you the address.” And then I hang up.

“Who the hell was that? If it was Andrea, she's not coming to pick you up. You know that, right?” Monica stands up from the chair, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring down at me. Cody is already on his way out, but as soon as she sees, Monica chases after him, leaving me completely and utterly alone.

I'm not even worth enough to her to fight for.

Sniffling, I pick up my shopping bags and leave them by the front door, so I can head upstairs and get my luggage. By the time I come back down, they're standing in the foyer screaming at each other.

“You said you loved me!” Monica shouts, and I almost feel sorry for her as Cody shrugs nonchalantly, and gives her this cold look that's so at odds with his usual slouchy, playboy attitude. He truly doesn't care, does he? Not about me, not about her.

“Yeah, well, I told Andrea that, too,” he says, smirking. Monica reaches out and slaps him, just before the front door opens and both McCarthy twins waltz in like they own the place. “Who the hell are you?”

“Us?” they ask, pointing across at one another. They both smile, and it isn't pretty. “Just Charlotte's boyfriends. Who the hell are you?”

“What the …?” Cody starts, looking pretty damn stupid when he gapes at them. “How? What?”

“We go to Adamson,” they drawl, still dressed in their red tanks and shorts, showing off those muscular arms and legs of theirs. Monica's practically drooling as they move toward her and then separate, walking on either side of her until they come back together in front of me.

“Can I get your bag?” Tobias asks, and I nod. I'm not sure I could speak if I wanted to.

He picks it up as Micah turns and surveys Cody and Monica.

“Aren't you the one whose parents just asked for an extension on their mortgage payment from my dad’s bank?” Micah points at Monica and nibbles at his bottom lip before snapping his fingers. “That's right, you are! Sorry you're in such dire financial straits. Come on, Chuck, let's get out of here.”

“Chuck?” Monica whispers, looking a bit pale and shaky. I actually sort of feel sorry for her now. Cody, on the other hand, is just sneering at the twins like he thinks he could beat them up.

I'd like to see his stoner ass try.

No, really, I would. He'd get his ass kicked.

“So you were cheating on me, too?” Cody spits, ruffling up his bleach blond hair. “What a fucking hypocritical