Page 96 of No Saint
“Feminists, Jade.” She yanked a piece of paper from the clipboard and handed it to me. “The kind who will burn that fucking auction to the ground. With Rogue in it.” She presented me with a pen like it was a knight’s sword. “Go forth and wreak havoc. Aim for the ones who look like they have hairy armpits.”
“What does that?—”
“They’re the ringleaders.” She nudged me toward the table.
After class, Cassie and I sat in her Honda and watched students pour into the parking lot. I’d sent Wolf a text saying I was ridingback with her, and I hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings. Everything with us was fresh, raw, uncharted. Maybe I should have been prioritizing our relationship right now, but I needed to do this.
I jerked my chin toward the white sedan parked a couple of rows over, its hideous pink seat covers visible from here. Megan walked up to it, unlocked the door, and climbed behind the wheel.
“You know, I always think you’re the good one, Jade, and then you come up with something like this,” Cassie said, starting her car.
She slashed my tires. That was below the belt. Megan pulled out, and we followed.
“Tell me she doesn’t deserve it.”
We took a left at a set of lights. “I mean, I’d just fuck her boyfriend, but…”
“Apparently, she thinks Wolfisher boyfriend.”
“Huh, so you’re already doing it. Go you.”
Except that Wolf was not her boyfriend. He was mine.
Psycho Barbie pulled into a crappy apartment complex, and Cassie slowed, stopping next to the overflowing dumpsters. I thought our apartment was bad, but this place was rough. I didn’t think Megan would even suspect me of vandalism. She’d surely think it was just one of her crackhead neighbors. That was almost disappointing.
After Megan got out of her car and disappeared into a stairwell, Cassie glanced at me. “What now?”
“Now, we give her car a little wash.” I could have outright torched the car, but I was going for subtle. That was a lie; I was going for petty.
I grabbed a hoodie from the backseat and slipped it on. It was hot, and I doubted a place like this had cameras, but after the whole “car outside the house I burgled,” I wasn’t taking any chances. I grabbed the spray bottle from the floorboard.
“What’s in there?” Cassie asked.
“Paint thinner from the art supply room.”
“Well, you’re the expert,” she mumbled.
I opened the door. “Wait here,” I said before getting out and pulling the hood over my head.
I approached Megan’s car and spritzed the roof. The strong scent of paint thinner filled the air, and I smiled. When I got to the hood, I adjusted the spray nozzle to a stream and added my pièce de résistance. Then I took the box of matches from my pocket, struck one, and tossed it. The car lit with a whoosh. The wordWHOREburning across her hood was so damn satisfying.
I jogged back to Cassie’s car.Slash my fucking tires…
Cassie peeled away before I’d even gotten my seatbelt on.
She looked in her rearview mirror, no doubt at Megan’s flaming car disappearing behind us. “Damn, Jade.”
“Karma. At least she can still drive her car. The paint thinner will burn out, and she’ll have some fucked paint work. Meanwhile, I have to pay for four new tires!”
“And this was purely about Megan slashing your tires, right?” She turned onto the highway that cut back toward the suburbs. “Nothing to do with the fact she fucked your man…”
I couldn’t stand the thought. I wasn’t admitting shit, though. “If I torched the car of every girl Wolf has ever fucked, half of Dayton would be on fire. It’s about the tires.”
He didn’t date half of Dayton, though. Just me. And Nora. And given half a chance, yeah, I’d torch her car.
“You didn’t deny it.”
“Didn’t deny what?” I said.
