Page 43 of Crew Princess
“Uh…” He looked at his phone, back to Cross, to his phone…
“Fuck’s sakes.” Zellman lunged, grabbing the phone out of his hands. He read what was on the screen, his entire body stiffening. “The fuck—”
We could see the blood drain from the guy’s face. “I just got that text. Swear! I have nothing to do with it.”
Cross grabbed the phone out of Zellman’s hand, showing me as he read it at the same time.
Zellman lunged for the guy, but Race blocked him. “Hold up, Z. This guy might be useful.”
The guy in question started to move for his phone. Race grabbed his shirt, holding him in place.
Number unknown: Holy f***ck! Wolf crew member just got attacked.
The guy pointed over Race’s hold on him. “There’s a video.”
Cross clicked on it, and my stomach dropped, plummeting to the ground.
Jordan was on the ground. Guys I didn’t recognize circled him, moving as one to punch and kick him.
“We have to go! NOW!”
“Get our truck,” Cross told Race. “Pull it up on that road. If he’s up there, we have to stop this. We’ll need a getaway.”
Race jerked his head. “Got it.” He let go of Z and the guy.
“Hey! My phone.”
“I need it. You can get it back at school.” Cross was texting the person who’d sent the video, and we were already running.
We could hear Taz, “ROUSSOU—WHAT the hell?!”
Didn’t need a guess to know Race had grabbed her, then dragged her with him to the parking lot.
Tabatha was running next to me, her face streaked with tears. “What can I do? Tell me what to do.”
Cross threw the guy’s phone at her. “Text with the person. Find out everything you can and relay us the information.”
She caught the phone as we sprinted away at full force.
It was time to bash some heads.
Tearing past people, I knew we were drawing attention. We didn’t care. Swinging left, we headed for the woods. A trail of people were going up the hill, and as we broke past the first trees, we could hear their yelling.
I was straining, my heart pumping, but I couldn’t make out Jordan’s voice.
We kept going.
The trail was narrow. The trees blocked the moonlight, but there were lights ahead, and people on the trail had their phones out, helping to show the way. We sprinted past. A few people screamed, and a couple glanced back, then staggered out of our way. A girl gasped.
Another, “Holy shit!”
Then, “Slow down!”
And the giggles. Some people thought this was funny.
I wanted to pivot back and punch them, but Jordan needed us.
Thank God Zellman had remained sober tonight. Thank God all of us had.
