Page 61 of No Saint
“Hey, Wolf.” She flipped her blond hair behind her shoulder, and I pulled in a hard breath. “I just wanted to say I think it’s really crappy the coach suspended you.”
I willed her to leave. Of course, she didn’t pick up on my disinterest; she just kept yapping.
“I can’t believe Brent tried to take a swing at you.”
Pretty sure I rolled my eyes at that.
“Why would he be so dumb?”
Because he was that dumb. Almost as dumb as her.
“Easy.” Rogue thumbed at me. “Because Wolf’s fucking his ex-girl.”
Megan’s psychotic, bleach-white smile dropped. “You’redatingJason Voorhees.”
Bellamy buried his face in his hands. “Jesus Christ…”
Great. The last thing I needed was her trying to start shit. I shot a glare at Rogue. Idiot looked happier than a pig in shit. He may like a toxic merry-go-round; I, however, did not.
“Come on, Megan,” Bellamy said. “You know Wolf isn’t the dating type. He’s more the fuck-and-chuck type. Again, as you know.”
“You’re not making it any better, Bell…” I mumbled. I could feel her crazy eyes burning into the side of my face, probably willing my head to spontaneously combust. I looked at her just as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s entitlement. “That you’re batshit crazy,” I said, watching a guy sign his name to the roster.
“Fuck you, Wolf!” Megan stormed around the side of the table in a flash of peroxide-blond hair.
Bellamy looked at me. “Seriously, dude. What in the hell were you thinking with that one?”
I wasn’t going to comment on that.
A group of guys approached the table, asking Petey a litany of questions.
Rogue passed the cashbox to Bellamy. “Take this.” He clawed at his arm again, which was getting redder by the minute. “I got to go to the clinic.” He stood up, grabbing his backpack. “I know it has something to do with those rats.”
Bellamy chuckled. “Pretty sure that’s Cassie’s doing.”
“Why?”
“There was a bottle of itching powder in my bathroom trash can.”
She really needed to get better at hiding evidence.
“I told him to expect hell from them.”
“Yeah, well…he’ll figure it out.” He clasped a hand to my shoulder. “Just like you’ll figure out whatever the hell is going on between you and Jade.”
“Nothing is going on between us.”
“Whatever you say, man. Whatever you say.”
After class, Jade met me at my truck. She was on the phone with her mom for most of the drive, and while I tried my best not to eavesdrop, it was nearly impossible. From what I picked up on, her parents were worse off than I’d thought. Pick-pocketing wasn’t going to cut it, and I had a good feeling she would be absolute shit at stealing cars. I could have just gone and stolen something by myself, but I knew Jade. She’d never take the money if she wasn’t involved. Which meant, I needed to come up with something that would be easy, quick money. Something a ten-year-old could manage.
Jade had just hung up when I turned off the highway into the Wal-E-Mart parking lot. “Why are we going to Wal-E-Mart?”
“To get rat traps.”
