Page 1 of Unpredictable

Chapter One

Victoria

May

It feels like just yesterday Sage came to live with us, but in reality, it’s been nine months and now she’s graduating along with Reed and Sterling.

Sterling Brooks.

I can’t hold in the sigh as I watch him across the courtyard talking with a group of other graduates. A nudge to my ribs pulls me out of my perusal.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“You have a little drool on your chin,” Sage deadpans while pointing to her chin.

My hand instantly flies to my chin and finds it dry, making Sage laugh.

“Ugh, why do I like you again?” I grumble.

“You don’t like me; you love me.Andyou’re stuck with me for life, bitch,” she teases while pulling me in for a hug.

Sage doesn’t give hugs often, so I make it last as long as I can.

“You happy to be done?” I ask.

“That would be an understatement.”

“What would be an understatement?” The deep voice comes from behind Sage.

We turn and find Reed, followed closely by Keaton, Tinsley, Finley, and Sterling.

“She asked if I was happy to be done with this hellhole,” Sage says with a shrug.

“Hellhole? My father and Reed donate way too much money a year for it to be considered a hellhole,” Sterling teases Sage.

Ever since she was attacked, he’s been a little more accepting of Sage. She never told me what was said, but I saw him coming out of her room one night. I know they had a heart-to-heart.

“A hellhole we’re stuck in for another year,” Finley grumbles. “I can’t wait to leave this place. New places, new women,” he says with a dreamy tone.

“Ugh, you pig,” Tinsley says with her nose turned up.

How can the guys be so blind to her wanting him?

My eyes meet Sage’s, as if she read my mind. She gives me a sad half smile.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” Reed asks everyone while casting Sage a hungry look.

“We could do something low-key at my place,” Sterling offers.

“Oh, your place? Let’s do it. I haven’t seen casa Brooks yet.” Sage claps.

“I love his house,” Tinsley says wistfully.

“You can thank stepmother number two,” he grumbles. “My dad’s out of town with stepmother number four, so we’re good, but let’s keep the number low.”

“Easy enough,” Finley says while searching the crowd.

“You looking for someone?” I ask.

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