agitated. “What are you doing in my
room?”
I try to play it off cool as I slide toward
him. “Oh. This is your room.”
He scowls. “The upstairs is off limits.”
“Thanks for the memo.” My eyes center on the
two red cups in his hand. Jackpot. Before he can answer me I snatch
the cups from his hand. “Thanks again,” I say, taking a slip from
one of the cups.
“What the hell are you doing?” There’s a
gruff, raspy tone to his voice.
I quirk an evil grin. “Enjoying my beer.”
“Those were mine.”
My gaze shifts between him and the cups.
“Both cups?”
“No. One is Katie’s.”
His arm is resting against the door frame and
I slip underneath it, into the hall. “Well, it’s your house get her
another one.” At the staircase, I hesitate. “FYI. If you want to
get into her pants, I’m pretty sure you don’t need beer to do it.
Katie has an all-night open access pass.”
Adam scoffs. “Don’t you ever get tired?”
“Tired of what?”
“Of being this big of a bitch.”
I squint, thinking it over. “Nope. It’s
something that comes naturally to me.” Tipping my cup, I start down
the stairs and shout, “Great party!” I feel his eyes scorching my
back the entire way down.
I’ve passed through everyone room twice and I
can’t find Wren anywhere. God. Where is she? I’ve tried calling her
cell. I’ve tried texting and she hasn’t responded. I stop in the
kitchen and pull my phone out again. I’m just about to text her
when through the french doors in the back of the kitchen; I see
golden blond hair shimmering underneath the back porch light.
Stepping outside, I close the door behind me.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
She doesn’t look at me. She keeps her eyes on
the vast property in front of her. The mounds of green stretch on
for at least two miles and are fenced in by barrier of dead trees.
Moonlight beaming down from the starry night sky creates a
shadowing effect and the wetness on the grass glistens. The sight
of it is calming yet eerie at the same time.
I hold out one of the cups and Wren pushes it
away gently. “No thanks,” she says.
“Are you kidding me? Do you know what I had
to do to get these drinks?”
She smiles innocently. “Burn down a
convenient store.”
“No,” I chuckle. “But close. I stole
them.”
“From who?”
“Adam.” I set the extra cup down next to me.
“What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?”
“I couldn’t take in there.”
“Yeah. They’ve taken the word loud to a whole
new level,” I say truthfully as someone stumbles into the back door
and jeers from the kitchen ring out. “I figured you’d want to be
somewhere quiet.” I hold out my cup to her, teasing her with it.
“Are you sure you don’t want some.”
“It’s all you,” she assures me. “Why Ellory
Graham, are you trying to corrupt me?”
So what if I am? She needs a little harmless
corruption in her life. In all the years I’ve known Wren, I’ve
never seen her unwind. She’s a ball of yarn—tightly wound. Once,
just once I want to see her let go. To see her rebel, be wild and
carefree. “No, not unless you want me to.” I hint at the end part
even though I already know the answer.
“No,” she says. “My Mom already thinks you’re
a bad influence.”
Tracy Thompson is one of those mothers who
thinks you are who your friends are. That’s so not true when it
comes to Wren and me. I’ve never been able to influence her. Ever.
“Tell your Mom I said she’s too uptight.”
Wren glares at me incredulously. “I’m not
going to tell her that.”
I chug the rest of the chilly liquid in my
cup and chuck it into the yard. I pick up the cup next to me. “Last
chance,” I tease.
Wren doesn’t answer. She shakes her head and
I bring the cup to my lips. Tipping my head back, I down the second
cup in record time. In fact, I convince myself that I could give
the entire football team in the kitchen doing
room?”
I try to play it off cool as I slide toward
him. “Oh. This is your room.”
He scowls. “The upstairs is off limits.”
“Thanks for the memo.” My eyes center on the
two red cups in his hand. Jackpot. Before he can answer me I snatch
the cups from his hand. “Thanks again,” I say, taking a slip from
one of the cups.
“What the hell are you doing?” There’s a
gruff, raspy tone to his voice.
I quirk an evil grin. “Enjoying my beer.”
“Those were mine.”
My gaze shifts between him and the cups.
“Both cups?”
“No. One is Katie’s.”
His arm is resting against the door frame and
I slip underneath it, into the hall. “Well, it’s your house get her
another one.” At the staircase, I hesitate. “FYI. If you want to
get into her pants, I’m pretty sure you don’t need beer to do it.
Katie has an all-night open access pass.”
Adam scoffs. “Don’t you ever get tired?”
“Tired of what?”
“Of being this big of a bitch.”
I squint, thinking it over. “Nope. It’s
something that comes naturally to me.” Tipping my cup, I start down
the stairs and shout, “Great party!” I feel his eyes scorching my
back the entire way down.
I’ve passed through everyone room twice and I
can’t find Wren anywhere. God. Where is she? I’ve tried calling her
cell. I’ve tried texting and she hasn’t responded. I stop in the
kitchen and pull my phone out again. I’m just about to text her
when through the french doors in the back of the kitchen; I see
golden blond hair shimmering underneath the back porch light.
Stepping outside, I close the door behind me.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
She doesn’t look at me. She keeps her eyes on
the vast property in front of her. The mounds of green stretch on
for at least two miles and are fenced in by barrier of dead trees.
Moonlight beaming down from the starry night sky creates a
shadowing effect and the wetness on the grass glistens. The sight
of it is calming yet eerie at the same time.
I hold out one of the cups and Wren pushes it
away gently. “No thanks,” she says.
“Are you kidding me? Do you know what I had
to do to get these drinks?”
She smiles innocently. “Burn down a
convenient store.”
“No,” I chuckle. “But close. I stole
them.”
“From who?”
“Adam.” I set the extra cup down next to me.
“What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?”
“I couldn’t take in there.”
“Yeah. They’ve taken the word loud to a whole
new level,” I say truthfully as someone stumbles into the back door
and jeers from the kitchen ring out. “I figured you’d want to be
somewhere quiet.” I hold out my cup to her, teasing her with it.
“Are you sure you don’t want some.”
“It’s all you,” she assures me. “Why Ellory
Graham, are you trying to corrupt me?”
So what if I am? She needs a little harmless
corruption in her life. In all the years I’ve known Wren, I’ve
never seen her unwind. She’s a ball of yarn—tightly wound. Once,
just once I want to see her let go. To see her rebel, be wild and
carefree. “No, not unless you want me to.” I hint at the end part
even though I already know the answer.
“No,” she says. “My Mom already thinks you’re
a bad influence.”
Tracy Thompson is one of those mothers who
thinks you are who your friends are. That’s so not true when it
comes to Wren and me. I’ve never been able to influence her. Ever.
“Tell your Mom I said she’s too uptight.”
Wren glares at me incredulously. “I’m not
going to tell her that.”
I chug the rest of the chilly liquid in my
cup and chuck it into the yard. I pick up the cup next to me. “Last
chance,” I tease.
Wren doesn’t answer. She shakes her head and
I bring the cup to my lips. Tipping my head back, I down the second
cup in record time. In fact, I convince myself that I could give
the entire football team in the kitchen doing
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