Page 41 of Happy Hour

On the way over to Spencer and Alley’s house Jameson turned to me, his eyes focused. “You down for this?”

“Sure.”

He gave me a skeptical glance as though he thought I was lying. “It could mean jail time.”

“My arrest record was shot long before this.” I reminded him.

When Jameson and I were sixteen we were arrested for branding the ass old man Rogers cows with an iron that said, “Grade A Piece of Ass.” That wasn’t the first time I’d been arrested and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Good point.” He smiled and plugged his iPod into the stereo of his truck—he ditched the mini-van once we got back to Mooresville. “Here’s a song to get us prepared.”

And with that, House of PainsJump Aroundflooded the truck and we jumped around like complete idiots that we are.

Once we were parked outside of their house and eyeing the said target, Alley’s precious cherry red Mustang, Jameson pulled me into the bushes on the side of their house.

“Here’s the plan,” He whispered in my ear.

Keeping focused was hard, it was distracting as hell when he whispered like that.

“You go inside and distract her. Pinch the boy or something.”

“The boy has a name you know.” I pointed out.

Jameson glared slapping me on the ass. “Pay attention.” He put on the hood of his black sweatshirt. “It’ll take me ten minutes top to change the horn.”

I started laughing at how focused he was on this entire prank it was as if it was a mission directed by the secret service or something.

“What does the horn say?”

Jameson flashed me a wicked smile nodding his head arrogantly. “Move I’m a ruthless bitch.”

“She’s going to kill you.” I pulled my hood over my head as well.

“She deserves it.” He nodded towards the house. “Now go, we don’t have all night. I have to swing by the race shop.”

Going in there alone concerned me for a number of reasons, some more than others.

“If it will only take a few minutes why do I have to go in there?” I asked. “Jameson, she will pry it out of me.” I pleaded.

Not only that, I was afraid she would find out what I was doing with him. I’m sure I’ve said covered this before but I was not known for being sneaky. I lacked that particular set of desired skills.

Jameson was silent for a brief moment and then frowned. “Another good point,” He mused looking towards the house and then the car. “Fine, stay right here. Keep watch.”

Then he jumped over the bushes and snuck towards Alley’s car all stealthy like. It was very entertaining to watch.

My time waiting wasn’t long. He returned in five minutes with a huge grin that quickly disappeared when we heard voices from behind.

Darting back into the bush with me, we crouched down between the branches. One particular branch kept tickling my ear and I snapped and broke the fucker off.

Jameson looked at me as if I was crazy so I punched him in the stomach.

The voices got closer and I saw that it was Aiden and Emma. Unfortunately, they stopped a few feet from us on the side of the garage, right in our line of sight and started making out.

I knew what was going to happen next so my hand flew to Jameson’s mouth before he could say anything and give our covert operation away.

“Shh...calm down.” I whispered.

Jameson’s entire body tensed and his jaw clenched tightly under my hand.

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