Page 42 of Crew Princess
I fought the urge to clip him in the back of his head. “How drunk are you?”
“I’m sober. I was getting frisky the whole time.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “If you know what I mean.”
I groaned. We did.
“Tabatha, which side of the woods? Right or left?” Cross asked.
“Um…” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, her fingers flying over her phone. “I’m asking.”
And a second later, she jumped and pointed to the left. “Over there.”
There were two main sections of woods, one that went up a hill and one that spread out over the back end of the field. There was a river beyond the treeline, but this was Frisco. We weren’t familiar with the terrain here.
She pointed up the hill, close to the Academy Crusties.
A whole section of people were going up the hill. And as we were watching, a guy turned around, made sharp motions with his arms and everyone quickly ran back as if nothing had been about to happen.
“That’s not good.” Cross.
Tab saw the group moving back. “Oh, fuck.”
“JORDAN! ROUSSOU PRIDE! JORDAN! ROUSSOU PRIDE!”
Taz had changed it up.
Zellman shoved his phone in his pocket. “What are waiting for? Let’s fucking go. I ain’t scared of some damn Academites.”
Cross and I shared a look.
If something was going on with Jordan, he’d need a getaway.
“There’s a road back there?” I asked.
Zellman grabbed a kid walking past us.
“Hey!” The guy squawked, beer sloshing from his cup.
Z ignored all of that. “You from Frisco?”
The guy swallowed nervously. “Uh, yeah. Why? I go to your school now, though.”
Cross pointed toward the hill. “Is there a road back there?”
“Uh…” He looked, needing a second.
Zellman growled. “Answer. Now.”
“Uh…” His eyes darted to Zellman before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah. There is. The river cuts through the hills, but yeah, there’s a road. About a mile in, if you keep straight, you’ll hit it.”
“Thank you,” Cross said.
Zellman shoved the guy away, growling again, “Thanks.”
The guy fell back a few feet, more of his beer spilling on his shirt. His eyes were wide as he took us in. “Does this have something to do with your crew member?”
Zellman rotated, starting for the guy.
Cross grabbed Zellman’s arm, holding him back, and stepped forward himself. “Maybe. What do you know?”
