Jaden
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I nodded. “If you think about it, she must be doing something right. Even if the guys bark loud, I know she’s got Bryce and Corrigan scared. That must say something.”
He laughed, then tipped his head back and finished the rest of his wine. I assumed he would stop after a few sips. I didn’t think there was much left, but as he kept drinking and kept holding that bottle up, my eyebrows lifted. He drank almost half the bottle at once.
I whistled in appreciation. “Where were you when I learned to chug beer for the first time? That would’ve gotten us in trouble.”
He closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted in a slight laugh. “I was here, Sheldon. Always here.” One of his eyes opened, and he peeked at me. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you were hardcore with Bryce at that moment.”
I barked out a laugh. “You’re right. That was in the beginning when we were too scared to be together. We screwed, then fought, and screwed someone else, then fought again before screwing each other. Shit. We were messed up back then.”
“No.” Denton’s eyes were still closed as his head moved from side to side, resting back against the lounger. “You were messed up. I remember it in detail. Bryce loved you and wanted you. You were the scared one.”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t hold back a grimace. “I was really dumb sometimes.”
“You were lost,” he noted, almost to himself. “Your mom’s a piece of shit, and your dad, well…” His arm lifted, gesturing to the house. Then it landed back down with a thud. “He basically abandoned you back then. Kinda nice to have him back, though, huh?”
I shrugged, turning so I was facing forward. My gaze lingered on the pool, being drawn in by the depths of it. “We’ll see on that count. The jury’s still out for now.”
“No, no.” He was shaking his head. I caught the movement from the corner of my eye. “No jury. No court talk. None of that. Your dad is here, that’s something. Our dad won’t have anything to do with us, well, with Mena. He’ll talk to me as long as I don’t bring her up. How’s that for father of the year, huh? Now that’s screwed up too. It’s no wonder my sister’s had some problems. She’s had to deal with him as a parent.”
“Yeah,” I echoed, softly. “You’re right.” And because I couldn’t help myself, the feeling of being watched was too much, I glanced up to the house.
There she was. Standing in her window on the second floor, right above where Denton had me sleeping, stood Mena. Our eyes caught and held for a second, then her hands went to the curtains, and she pulled them shut in front of her.
I had a feeling she still stood there, able to see through them, though.
I waited, holding my breath, and a moment later, a shadow moved away from the window. I’d been right. She had been watching us the whole time, but her window was shut. She couldn’t have heard us. I didn’t think so.
*
“No way in hell!”
Corrigan’s voice woke me the next morning. As I dragged myself out of bed, quickly dressing and brushing my teeth, I continued to hear his raised voice. There were others, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. When I got to the kitchen, Corrigan was standing against the wall. He was shaking his head, his jaw was clenched shut, and his arms were folded over his chest. He said again as I stopped in the doorway, “No. No way. I’m not leaving.”
“Who said you had to go?” I asked, combing my fingers through my hair. I’d thrown a shirt on and sweats, but I grimaced now as I looked down at what I was really wearing. The shirt was almost see-through so my bra was noticeable, and my pants stuck like glue to me. Then I stopped caring. I was hiding from the public. Who cares what I looked like behind these walls? I shrugged to myself and went to take a seat at the table.
Mena was at one end, eating a piece of toast with a glass of orange juice. Bryce was at the coffee pot and Denton was standing in between. He turned to me. “I did. Mena’s going to college today. I asked if Corrigan would take her—”
I sucked in my breath and grimaced. “Do you have a death wish?” I shook my head. We’d talked about Corrigan and Bryce hating Mena last night. He wants to put them in a car with her now? “You’re nutso, Denton.”
“Thank you.” Corrigan threw his hands in the air. “See? I’m not taking her to college. I’m not riding in a car with her. I’ve covered myself. All my professors know I’m doing online learning this semester. Why would I go back to campus now?”
“Because my sister’s going, and I need someone to watch her!” Denton’s voice rose to equal Corrigan’s. The two were involved in a standoff, both glaring at each other.
I held a hand up. “Wait. Hold on. Why does Mena need someone to watch her?”
“Exactly. Thank you again,” Corrigan huffed.
Bryce was keeping quiet, but he was watching the exchange intently.
“I need someone to watch her and make sure everything is fine.” Denton rubbed at his forehead. “I need to know everything is okay with her. I just… I can’t go. I would’ve asked Sheldon, but obviously she can’t go either and Bryce,” he lifted a hand to him, “he doesn’t go to college. That leaves you, Corrigan. Please. One day. That’s all I’m asking for.”
If Corrigan could’ve killed him with a look, Denton would’ve been dead three times over by now. Corrigan’s eyes were almost bulging out, his lips pressed tight together. Then he muttered, “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”
All eyes went straight to Bryce, who held his hands up in a surrendering motion. “Don’t kill me. Just hear me out, but maybe it’s not a bad idea.” His gaze fell to me, lingering for a moment. “You can ask around to see if there are any new rumors about who killed Grace. I have a hard time imagining her sorority has kept quiet. I bet they might know something.”
“Oh my god,” Corrigan mumbled to himself. “You were my ally, Bryce.”
“I still am, but think about it.” Bryce stepped away from the counter. He glanced to me again. “I’m thinking about Sheldon. I mean, that’s why we came back to town. We wanted to find something out. After our stint at the hotel, maybe something’s come up. We can’t find out holed up in this house.” His tone was soft, so soft. “You can be our eyes and ears now.”
He laughed, then tipped his head back and finished the rest of his wine. I assumed he would stop after a few sips. I didn’t think there was much left, but as he kept drinking and kept holding that bottle up, my eyebrows lifted. He drank almost half the bottle at once.
I whistled in appreciation. “Where were you when I learned to chug beer for the first time? That would’ve gotten us in trouble.”
He closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted in a slight laugh. “I was here, Sheldon. Always here.” One of his eyes opened, and he peeked at me. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you were hardcore with Bryce at that moment.”
I barked out a laugh. “You’re right. That was in the beginning when we were too scared to be together. We screwed, then fought, and screwed someone else, then fought again before screwing each other. Shit. We were messed up back then.”
“No.” Denton’s eyes were still closed as his head moved from side to side, resting back against the lounger. “You were messed up. I remember it in detail. Bryce loved you and wanted you. You were the scared one.”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t hold back a grimace. “I was really dumb sometimes.”
“You were lost,” he noted, almost to himself. “Your mom’s a piece of shit, and your dad, well…” His arm lifted, gesturing to the house. Then it landed back down with a thud. “He basically abandoned you back then. Kinda nice to have him back, though, huh?”
I shrugged, turning so I was facing forward. My gaze lingered on the pool, being drawn in by the depths of it. “We’ll see on that count. The jury’s still out for now.”
“No, no.” He was shaking his head. I caught the movement from the corner of my eye. “No jury. No court talk. None of that. Your dad is here, that’s something. Our dad won’t have anything to do with us, well, with Mena. He’ll talk to me as long as I don’t bring her up. How’s that for father of the year, huh? Now that’s screwed up too. It’s no wonder my sister’s had some problems. She’s had to deal with him as a parent.”
“Yeah,” I echoed, softly. “You’re right.” And because I couldn’t help myself, the feeling of being watched was too much, I glanced up to the house.
There she was. Standing in her window on the second floor, right above where Denton had me sleeping, stood Mena. Our eyes caught and held for a second, then her hands went to the curtains, and she pulled them shut in front of her.
I had a feeling she still stood there, able to see through them, though.
I waited, holding my breath, and a moment later, a shadow moved away from the window. I’d been right. She had been watching us the whole time, but her window was shut. She couldn’t have heard us. I didn’t think so.
*
“No way in hell!”
Corrigan’s voice woke me the next morning. As I dragged myself out of bed, quickly dressing and brushing my teeth, I continued to hear his raised voice. There were others, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. When I got to the kitchen, Corrigan was standing against the wall. He was shaking his head, his jaw was clenched shut, and his arms were folded over his chest. He said again as I stopped in the doorway, “No. No way. I’m not leaving.”
“Who said you had to go?” I asked, combing my fingers through my hair. I’d thrown a shirt on and sweats, but I grimaced now as I looked down at what I was really wearing. The shirt was almost see-through so my bra was noticeable, and my pants stuck like glue to me. Then I stopped caring. I was hiding from the public. Who cares what I looked like behind these walls? I shrugged to myself and went to take a seat at the table.
Mena was at one end, eating a piece of toast with a glass of orange juice. Bryce was at the coffee pot and Denton was standing in between. He turned to me. “I did. Mena’s going to college today. I asked if Corrigan would take her—”
I sucked in my breath and grimaced. “Do you have a death wish?” I shook my head. We’d talked about Corrigan and Bryce hating Mena last night. He wants to put them in a car with her now? “You’re nutso, Denton.”
“Thank you.” Corrigan threw his hands in the air. “See? I’m not taking her to college. I’m not riding in a car with her. I’ve covered myself. All my professors know I’m doing online learning this semester. Why would I go back to campus now?”
“Because my sister’s going, and I need someone to watch her!” Denton’s voice rose to equal Corrigan’s. The two were involved in a standoff, both glaring at each other.
I held a hand up. “Wait. Hold on. Why does Mena need someone to watch her?”
“Exactly. Thank you again,” Corrigan huffed.
Bryce was keeping quiet, but he was watching the exchange intently.
“I need someone to watch her and make sure everything is fine.” Denton rubbed at his forehead. “I need to know everything is okay with her. I just… I can’t go. I would’ve asked Sheldon, but obviously she can’t go either and Bryce,” he lifted a hand to him, “he doesn’t go to college. That leaves you, Corrigan. Please. One day. That’s all I’m asking for.”
If Corrigan could’ve killed him with a look, Denton would’ve been dead three times over by now. Corrigan’s eyes were almost bulging out, his lips pressed tight together. Then he muttered, “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”
All eyes went straight to Bryce, who held his hands up in a surrendering motion. “Don’t kill me. Just hear me out, but maybe it’s not a bad idea.” His gaze fell to me, lingering for a moment. “You can ask around to see if there are any new rumors about who killed Grace. I have a hard time imagining her sorority has kept quiet. I bet they might know something.”
“Oh my god,” Corrigan mumbled to himself. “You were my ally, Bryce.”
“I still am, but think about it.” Bryce stepped away from the counter. He glanced to me again. “I’m thinking about Sheldon. I mean, that’s why we came back to town. We wanted to find something out. After our stint at the hotel, maybe something’s come up. We can’t find out holed up in this house.” His tone was soft, so soft. “You can be our eyes and ears now.”
