Page 43 of Crew
Cross chuckled. "My point still stands. Zellman has no taste in women. He'd bang a door if it had a hole his prick wouldn't get a sliver from. You want a ride or not?"
She groaned, but nodded. "I can't take Mom's car. She took it this morning." She nodded to me, opening my door. "Slide over, B."
I did.
Then we were off, windows down.
We didn't even try at conversation. It was pointless. We all knew how Cross drove. He took the back roads around town, going as fast as he could. The radio was turned on once we hit the main street, Kansas blaring from the speakers.
Taz bobbed her head in rhythm with the music, starting to sing, and the tension from last night was gone. It felt right again with the three of us.
It didn't last. Once we parked at the school, the tension rose, along with the windows. I felt it on my shoulders as we got out, silent once again.
Taz climbed out of the truck. I slid out behind Cross, and we saw them right away.
Taz was already around the back when she realized I hadn't followed her.
"Bren?" She followed our gazes and asked, "Something happen I should know about?"
Alex Ryerson and ten of his group were heading our way. The girls who'd been standing with them fell back.
I rounded the back of Cross' truck as Alex stopped about ten yards away. We moved to stand in front of Taz.
"Guys?" she asked again, so quietly.
I reached behind me and gestured for her to move away.
She didn't.
Alex and his guys moved closer.
"What's going on, Bren?" Taz asked under her breath.
"Get Jordan and Zellman." I thought about it and added, "And Race Ryerson."
She started off, but turned back. "The new guy?"
"Just do it." I flicked my hand a little harder.
With a soft huff, she moved to the side and around us, keeping a good distance from Alex's crew as they spread out in a line in front of us, forming half a circle. It was only Cross and me. His truck was behind us, blocking any escape route. Eleven to two was steep odds, even for us. We were going to get real bloody real quick.
"What do you want, Alex?" Cross asked, his hands half in his pockets and half out.
