to touch the side of my face, but I slap his hand away.
“Just as feisty as ever,” he murmurs, shaking his head and glancing back toward the twins. “One of us should stay with her at all times.”
“I don't need you guys to follow me around,” I groan, but then again, I did just barely outrun a crazy person with a knife. “You've been keeping me on a tight enough leash at is, what with all your detentions and Culinary Club bullshit. Why don't you just dumb another jar of spiders on me?”
Church just looks at me from that impossibly handsome face of his and then shakes his head, putting two fingers up to his temple.
“I've got a headache. I need a cup of coffee.”
“You're a caffeine addict,” I murmur, but he just flips me off by curling one of his two fingers under. “Where are you going to get coffee at twelve thirty at night?”
Church glances up at me and smirks.
“Oh, I have my ways.”
We end up back at the Jaw Flapper which just happens to actually be open, taking a seat in the corner as a woman in a turquoise uniform with a white apron comes over to take our order.
“Church, you shouldn't be up so late,” she chastises, putting a mug of coffee in front of Church, and slapping a menu down in front of me. Nobody else gets one, so I'm guessing she knows the guys pretty well. “And who's the gorgeous girl with you?” She winks at me, and I gape. Before we left, I put my bindings back on. I'm wearing my uniform and glasses, too. “Can't fool me, honeydew,” she says, and I flush.
“She's our girlfriend, Charlotte,” the twins say, smirking as I kick them both under the table. The waitress nods, like she's not at all surprised they'd be dating the same girl, and then pats Church on the head.
Never thought I'd see someone like Church Montague, heir to one of the richest privately run corporations in the world, get their head patted, but it turns him human for just the briefest of moments, and I appreciate that.
“Well, I can't say that I like y'all running around this late at night, but if you're here, you might as well eat.” She grins and nods her chin at me, her dark curls frothing around her face. Her nametag says Merinda, which must mean she's the one the twins were telling me about. I only wish she truly owned this restaurant, and not the Montague family. “Nice to meet you, Charlotte. Holler when you're ready.”
“You guys come here a lot?” I ask, and Church shrugs.
“We have our Student Council meetings here every other Friday.” He lifts up his mug to sip the black liquid and groans like he's having an orgasm. The guy is seriously addicted. I see him carrying around thermoses of coffee, and bottles of iced mochas and whatnot, all the damn time.
I look down at the menu and decide that while I'm here, I might as well order scrambled eggs and cover them in ketchup. Last time I did that in the cafeteria at the academy, I got nasty looks from at least three different random guys. Too bad. I love it too much to stop.
“Why don't you want Ranger to know about me?” I ask, thinking of his naked ass in the kitchen. And what a fine, fine ass it is. Ugh. I need to stop daydreaming about certain dickish assholes like Spencer and Ranger. Just thinking about them finding out fills me with anxiety. I can't, exactly, pinpoint why just now, but it does.
“Because he'll lose his shit,” Micah smirks, leaning back in his seat as Tobias glances between the two us, forcing a tight smile.
“He gets … overprotective,” he explains, and I cock a brow.
“He hates me,” I say, and the twins exchange a cryptic look before turning a blank one on me. “What? Don't think I didn't see that look.” I point between the two of them as Church slides his amber eyes over to watch me, carefully sipping his drink in two long-fingered hands.
“Yeah, but if he finds out you're a girl, he'll just turn you into Jenica, and go all batshit. Trust us, we know.” Tobias sighs and taps at my menu. “Now pick out some food, so we can order.”
“I know what I want,” I declare, lifting my chin. “Scrambled eggs with ketchup”—all three boys cringe and groan, and Church even sloshes some of