professional tone. “They always know. I’m just that good.”
I roll my eyes, and the four of us start for the front door with bags in tow. Instead of using mine or Wyatt’s truck, we head toward the second bay in the garage. Stone presses something on his phone and the door opens, revealing a Silver Audi.
My mouth drops open. It’s the same Silver Audi that threw water at me the first day of school. “You assholes.”
Wyatt smirks. “Oh, come on. My hand slipped.” He winks at me again, and I don’t find it charming at all.
I do have the sudden urge to stab them though. “On second thought,” I say. “I’ll be giving myself a ride to school.” I turn on my heel and walk the other way, thrusting my middle finger into the air as I put distance between us.
“I’ll come with you,” Lucas calls out.
“The fuck you will.” I grab my truck keys from my bag as I approach the truck and then heave myself into the cab. Lucas still strides toward me, but I lock both doors before he can get to the passenger side.
I turn the car over with a saucy smile, but nothing happens. No sound. Anything. I try again. The pretty purr that it had just a couple of days ago is gone. It acts like it’s dead for good. It may as well be a toy. I bang my hands against the steering wheel, cursing the metal beast.
When I look up, Stone has his arms crossed. Just the way he’s looking at me, I know he’s done something. I throw the car door open and lean out, coming to a stand with my arm draped over the door. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Your truck is perfectly fine, but I had a feeling you’d try something like this, so I took a precaution. You’ll get the part back when you can be trusted.”
“Trusted? Are you serious? You want to talk about trust?” I hop out of the truck, slam the door, and step toward him. “How about you guys stop acting like assholes and then I won’t want to be by myself. Would you step into a vehicle with someone who’s treated you the way you’ve treated me? I highly fucking doubt it. You’re Stone Jacobs. No one gets to say a bad word about you.”
He ignores everything I’ve just shouted at him. Instead, he answers with, “The previous incident was before we teamed up.”
“And you’re still controlling everything,” I growl, pointing back to my poor, useless truck.
“It’s for your own good,” he says, checking his watch. No doubt the proper rich kid is worried about being late to his first class. He would’ve hated growing up with my dad.
“You’re...insufferable,” I stammer out.
He raises his eyebrows, and I just glare at him. I first read that word in Pride and Prejudice, and it totally suits this douche. I highly doubt Stone Jacobs is going to turn out anything like Fitzwilliam Darcy, though. He’d have to rearrange every thought in his pea-sized brain.
“We can argue about this later,” Stone says curtly, “but we need to leave for Saint Clary’s now.”
“Why? Your fan club awaits?”
His eyes flash. “As a matter of fact, yes.”
The jealousy that tears through me makes me furious. Has he been talking to Meghan the whole weekend while I’ve been in my room? Logically, I want to drill a hole in my brain right now to empty all those thoughts. I should not be thinking that way about Stone. My stepbrother. My nemesis.
Lucas sighs. “Give me the keys to your truck, Wyatt.”
Wyatt cocks his head. “What?”
“Just give them to me. I’ll take Dakota to school, and you two can go in the Audi.” Wyatt sends Lucas a warning look. “I’ll be careful,” he promises.
Wyatt fishes in his pockets and throws the truck keys in Lucas’s direction. I’m not keen on riding with Lucas either, but it’s the lesser of two evils, so I follow him into the other garage and get into the passenger seat of Wyatt’s enormous truck. The one that almost plowed me over. Since that incident was also before we teamed up, I suppose Stone wants me to forget it ever happened, too.
I grit my teeth as I gaze around the interior. Wyatt’s truck is nothing like mine. It’s brand new with all the technology mine lacks. Hell, mine doesn’t even have a working radio, while this has satellite radio along with a GPS. It starts with a barely