Page 95 of Crew Princess
“Two, Monica is not scared of us. She knows we’re not really going to do anything.” He paused. “To her.”
I held up a hand. “I might.”
Zellman gestured to me. “You just proved my point. But three, what are we really going to do? Threaten her? Monica’s a little nuts, and she’s more nuts than normal because she doesn’t have her friends to reel her in anymore. Also…” His eyes flashed to Cross. “Monica really, really hates Bren.” He coughed. “Because of you.”
We all understood that. No one was arguing that point.
I frowned. “Is Monica seriously that crazy?”
Cross and Zellman said at the same time, “Yes.”
Huh. I hadn’t realized. Okay then.
“New plan.” I held up a hand. “Cross talks to Monica—”
His eyebrows shot up. “You want to pimp me out?”
I kept going as if he hadn’t said anything, “—and pretends he’s jealous of who she’s dating. Then we can find out who she’s dating.”
Jordan tilted his head. “Why can’t we just ask Tabatha?”
“Because they don’t know. Monica wouldn’t tell them.”
Cross nodded. “Taz said Monica wouldn’t give them a name, but they know it’s someone from Fallen Crest Academy.”
Zellman growled. “I really hate those fuckers. Wait!” He tensed. “What if it’s the same asshole that got Sunday pregnant?”
“Double reason to bash his head in?” Jordan mused.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t think she’ll tell me. She knows I don’t give a shit about her.”
I had such a good boyfriend. Pride swirled around my stomach, making it flutter.
“Monica’s nuts, but she’s not like that.,” Jordan said. “She and Sunday were best friends. She left their group because of Sunday’s ties to us.” He gestured to Zellman, who grinned. “Not because of a falling out.”
“My boyfriend is Zeke Allen,” a voice piped up behind us.
Ooooooh.
Shiiiit.
We all turned as one, probably with varying expressions. We’d heard nothing. Not a sound, not a car, not a footstep.
Zellman grunted, his eyebrows shooting up.
Jordan grimaced, stepping backward.
I didn’t know what Cross looked like because he was silent, like he always was, unless he needed to step up and kick some ass. But me? I was all about this.
I started smiling, and I knew Monica was taken aback. She blinked a couple times, her scowl flattening.
I stepped toward her. “Really? It’s Zeke Allen?”
She moved her bag to her other shoulder and edged away from us, toward the school. “Why are you happy about that?” She motioned around us. “And don’t bother. I can tell you’re gearing up for a ‘crew intervention’ or something, but it’s not going to work. I know you guys don’t hurt girls, and I’m not really doing anything to you anyway.”
The guys were hesitant. Isooowasn’t. I was almost salivating. Yes, the old Bren was back, and she was rising to the surface and having agreattime.
“You mean you’re not going to blab to the interviewers today? ’Cause you’re scheduled for this morning. Becca emailed me the schedule in case I was sick again.”
