Page 101 of Crew Princess
Jordan was looking down at her, but glanced over to me.
Cross noticed the look, and the three of us were on the same wavelength. Or I was pretty sure we were.
“Her phone,” I started.
“That’s a good idea,” Cross said.
And Jordan clarified for us. “Take her phone.”
“What?”
“You know her passcode to get in her phone?” I asked.
Tabatha shook her head. “No.”
That was easy enough. “Watch her one day. Like, watch her open her phone, get the code, then take the phone. We can snoop through it, if you want.”
“Are you guys suggesting we break into her phone?” Tabatha seemed shocked.
Jordan grunted. “Yeah. Why not? She’s protecting a piece of shit. We should know who it is.”
“But that’s her right—”
“Not about this.” Cross shook his head. “Or just watch her for the passcode. We’ll do everything else. When her phone goes missing, you can be honest and say you have no idea where it is.”
“Oh, boy.” She chewed her other cheek. “What are you guys going to do?”
I lowered my head, my eyes still on her. “Do you really want to know?”
She gulped. “Maybe not.”
The warning bell was about to ring. We all knew it, and since I was no longer needed as the camera team’s helper, I guessed saying I wouldn’t glare during future interviews wasn’t enough. I had a class to go to as well.
The bell rang.
Jordan held up a hand, walking backward. Tabatha lingered.
Cross waited for me to get my books.
“Just get the code,” I told Tabatha as we passed. “Do it sooner than later, just to be safe. It’s better to know with a situation like this than not know.”
We weren’t normally a PDA couple, but Cross lifted his arm and put it around my shoulder. I didn’t care.
I was a PDA girl in that moment.
“Oh, wow.”
I tensed, tucking the last strands of my hair into the braid before looking to the doorway. Heather stood with a stunned look on her face.
She shook her head. “I mean, wow.” A flurry of eye blinking. “Bren, you look amazing.”
Oh, fuck.
I looked like a girl.
I was in the white tulle dress with pink sparkles. The store clerks had a bunch of fancy names for how it was designed, but it was strapless. The top was sleek, dipping down just a little between my breasts. There was a minimal amount of tulle at the bottom. It didn’t puff out or anything. But what sold it for me was when I put Heather’s leather jacket on again.
The look. The feel. The vibe. It was me.
