Fallen Crest High (10 page)

"Yeah."
He scratched his head and Becky's snores soon thundered down to where we stood in front of her door. He laughed and shook his head. "She's something else, isn't she?"

"She likes you." I watched him carefully.

He stood still for a second and closed his eyes a fraction.

It was enough. I knew where he stood.
"Stop being nice to her.
You won't hurt her so much then."

He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "I know. I do. I like Becky, just not that way."

I shrugged and started towards my car. "She's not Ashley
DeCortts
, but I think that's a good thing."

"Hey." He hurried to walk beside me. "Do you—would you want to meet for dinner tonight?"

I opened my car door and turned around to look where Becky's room was. "That's my only friend right now."

"She's my friend too and I could be another friend."

My laugh was genuine. "That's what you say now, but when I don't put out it's going to be a different story." My eyes narrowed on his. "Because I won't, you know. I never had sex with Jeff and I'm not going to start again with you. My first and only time was a mistake I will never make again."

"I know. That's okay. I respect you for that."

Another one of those knots unraveled in my stomach again. Why did it happen with him? And at times when I felt he was being honest?

I tilted my head to the side and studied him. "Are you really this nice guy or is this an act?"

He grimaced. "I'm nice. I am, but I'm not being that nice to Becky."

"No, you're not."

"She's the only person that you talk to. I didn't know how else to approach you without looking like a complete loser."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't shake the slight smile. "Try not going through the friend that likes you next time."

"Next time?"
His hand caught my car door and held it open.

I looked at it, saw he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and stared him straight in the eyes. "What do you want, Adam Quinn?"

His eyes widened an inch, but he didn't miss a beat.
"Dinner.
Just dinner."

"And if I don't want dinner?
If I want to bail?
If I bring Becky with?"

His smile looked painful. "Then I think you're not being a good friend either."

"Maybe."
I got inside and shut the car, but I rolled the window down. "Or maybe I don't believe in friends anymore."

He leaned down. "For what it's worth, Becky's the best friend you could get. Those other two were jokes."

I gave him a small wave and started home, but I muttered under my breath, "You don't say."

When I pulled into the driveway, I had to key in the code for the gate. It wasn't usually closed, but I figured the party was still in full gear. After I made sure my car was in the garage and the front gate had been closed again, I headed inside and towards the kitchen.

A peak of sunlight was starting outside and I saw it was five in the morning. When I'd gone to all-night parties with Jessica and Lydia it was a tradition to go for breakfast in the morning and on cue, my stomach rumbled. However, as I opened the fridge, the bright light filled the room and I screamed.

Mason stood behind me, leaning against the kitchen counter with one foot crossed idly over the other. He looked relaxed and carefree, but everything in me went on alert. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up and I knew he was anything besides relaxed.

When he didn't say anything, my insides clenched even further.
So this is how we were going to be?
Fine.
I reached inside and pulled out some slices of meat. I was determined to ignore him or, at least, not let him bother me anymore than he already had. My stomach wanted a sandwich and I wasn't leaving the kitchen until I got one.

An arm reached around me and I jumped. My heart doubled in pace and I bumped against his chest as Mason reached for the water pitcher. He caught me from moving back into him with one hand on my arm. I held my breath as he held me in place. When his arm moved clear of me, I sagged in relief. Then my fingers deftly plucked out the tomatoes and a head of lettuce.

When I pulled out a cutting board and a knife to start on the lettuce, Mason placed a glass of water into my hands.

I stood there, dumbfounded, as he nudged me over with his hip. Then he picked up the knife and I watched in almost sick fascination as he started to cut the lettuce and tomatoes. A moment later, he pulled out cheese and arranged all of them with the meat between two slices of bread.

He put the sandwich on a plate and pushed it into my other hand.

I stood there, water in my left and the sandwich in my right. My mouth was open. I knew I needed to close it, but I couldn't.

He reached into a corner cabinet and pulled out some rum. After he mixed himself a drink, he sat at the kitchen table and kicked out a chair for me. I sat, but I didn't remember doing it.

He leaned back and sipped his drink. It was early in the morning so the sunrise peaked into the room more. The bass from the music was muffled through the windows and then the air conditioner kicked in. We could barely hear the party still going strong outside.

He raked a hand over his face. "They're going to be out there all weekend."

I didn't hide the grimace that came to my face.

"Logan said you went down there."

I gulped down half of my water. "You went to see your mom?"

He jerked a shoulder up. "It's not her fault my dad's a prick. I'd want to know."

"She didn't know?"

He gave me the first grin I'd ever received from him. It was a soft and I knew it had more to do with his mom than me. "They divorced last year and haven't talked since. James probably didn't feel she was worthy of this information."

My eyes went wide. I couldn't stop them. When I realized I was staring, I shoved the sandwich in my mouth.
Then chewed.

His eyes narrowed, a gleam of anger glittered in them. His mouth drew shut and his jaw tightened.

My stomach clenched again and something burst in my body. I shifted, uncomfortable, on the seat. I shouldn't be there. I shouldn't be hearing this, talking to him. It wasn't right. When a full blown alarm started to sound in my head, he shoved back his chair and stood.

He took my now-empty plate and glass to the sink. As he passed, he tapped my shoulder lightly. "You should come down. I think Nate got some jet skis." Then he was up the stairs and gone.

It was like he'd never been there. I still sat at the kitchen table.

I never went down to the beach. I didn't want to chance a run-in with Jessica, Lydia, or Jeff. I didn't care about the others, but a headache had started. It grew as the day progressed. When the evening came around, it had lessened dramatically. I felt a bit more human and checked my phone.

There was a text from Becky.
'Adam likes you. You should go out with him.'

'You like him.'

I waited a minute.
'He doesn't like me and I'd rather he were with you than someone else. No one's good enough for him.'

Oh Becky. I groaned, but replied,
'Maybe.'

'Good. I gave him your number.'

And sure enough, I saw an unknown number had texted me.
'This is Adam.
Dinner?'

I stared at it. What the hell was I doing?

He sent another.
'Please? I'm being a loser here.'

I smacked my forehead with my palm.
'I'll meet you at
Mastoni's
, 830.'

It wasn't even thirty seconds before I got back,
'See you then!'

Again, what the hell was I doing?

Mastoni's
was a nice restaurant. I'd been there once with my parents, or my mom and my fake father.
Analise
wanted to dress up so we did. I wore a simple dress while hers was blaring red. David wore a dress shirt and khakis. It'd been good enough for me, not for her. As I walked inside the cool interior, heard the fountain gurgling, and saw all the foliage around, I remembered the fight that had happened that night.

It'd been my first two-hour run.

This time I wore jeans and a black top, nothing special. This wasn't going to be special. When I spotted Adam at the bar, he waved, and I saw he must've felt the same. He had on khaki cargo shorts and a blue polo. He looked good, but not the dressy that my mom had wanted so long ago.

I preferred this night already.

He held out a drink for me as he drew near. "Hey, I got this for you."

"You're twenty one?"

Perfect white teeth flashed me. "The manager's a friend of the family, plus, I used to work here awhile ago."

Oh. I took the drink from him.
Great.

"I already got a booth for
us,
it's
kinda
in the back if that's okay?"

It was. Privacy was always good, but it wasn't long before a group of girls took the booth beside ours. When we waited for our food to come, they sent flirty looks and smiles Adam's way. I was sure they talked louder for his benefit too.

When the food came, I heard one of the girls exclaim, "I didn't know Nate was in town."

"Oh yeah!"
Another shrieked in laughter. "You didn't know? He's been here for a week."

"Whatever, Natalie."

A third offered up, "I heard they're going down the beach to
Roussou
tonight."

The girls grew quiet for a moment.

"What are they going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"They always do something.
When Nate and Mason team up, they always do something.
Last year they stole some police cars and then they went on a bender."

"I heard that too. Mason's dad paid off the cops. They vandalized some of the bars. He must've paid the owners off too."

Then the first girl spoke up with authority in her voice, "Well, they're doing something tonight. They disappeared from the beach an hour ago."

"How do you know?"

"Duh.
Summer texted me.
She's still there."

"Hey." Adam's hand jolted me back to our booth. He gave me a gentle grin. "You okay?"

"Actually…" I looked down at my plate of pasta. "I'm not hungry."

His smile stretched a bit. "You're not bailing, are you?"

I gave him a weak one in return. "I think I am. I'm sorry. I…I have to do something."

When I got to the house, Mason's
Escalade
was just starting to leave. I raced towards it and waved my arms in the air. He braked and rolled down his window.
"Yeah?"

Nate grinned at me from the passenger seat, but I felt he was laughing at me.

I was breathless from my hurry and panted, "You're going to
Roussou
? I know where the coach lives."

Mason frowned. "What are you doing?"

"I want to go with you?"

Logan howled from the back seat and a fourth guy started to laugh with him.

"No."

"Yes." I grabbed his window when he started to let the vehicle roll forward. "Let me come."

Nate elbowed him. "Let her come."

"What?" Logan popped his head forward.
"No way.
No way in hell,
Mase
."

Mason jerked a thumb towards the back. "Get in." He popped open the back trunk area and I crawled in. My heart was pounding. I knew my face was red, but as soon as I heaved the door shut the
Escalade
shot forward.

It was an hour drive down the beach. Logan grumbled and sent me a glare every now and then. The fourth friend ignored him and after awhile, started to give me a few grins. He offered me a soda too. Mason and Nate talked with each other and Logan would lean forward to join in.

Something told me that Logan was trying to persuade them to drop me on the side of the road. When they didn't, I relaxed a little. I figured we were too far for them to do that and then we were in the town of
Roussou
. It was small, but it was rich. A lot of wealthy men owned stock in internet companies, which helped their football program be competitive against Fallen Crest High and it was the reason why an extra sense of rivalry sparked between the two schools. I remembered hearing a rumor that the
Roussou
team had heavily recruited Mason and Logan for their team.

They'd given them a resounding middle finger.

"Where's the coach's place?" Logan glared at me.

I jerked forward to recite the directions. It wasn't long before we were outside the three-story house I knew where David played poker on Saturday nights. And then I saw his car. My hands curled into small balls and everything inside of me went cold.