Page 42 of Die for You
I smile at her. Sienna’s a sweetheart. Glad she and Juliet have been good friends to Aurora lately.
Sienna gestures to my room. “Okay, I’ll let you get back to jerking off or whatever you were doing.”
That manages to pull a laugh out of me. After all this talk about Aurora, I probably will. A few times. Enough to satiate me until I can get my hands on her.
Sienna starts to leave until she grins over her shoulder at me. “Violet was right.”
I tilt my head. No clue what she’s talking about.
“She said you three would fall for a girl and you wouldn’t even think of another,” Sienna explains. “She was right, wasn’t she?”
Sienna doesn’t wait for my confirmation before she strides off. At the time, I thought Violet was full of shit. One girl for all three of us? Not a chance.
Good thing she’s already graduated and isn’t here to witness how right she was.
I shut my bedroom door behind me. Sit at my desk and open up my laptop. On my internet browser, I type: Jeremiah Crowder.
Chapter 14
Aurora
Damien is goingto kill me. Once he finds out I’ve stolen his keys—and technically, his car—he’ll flip. But it’s for a worthwhile cause. They can’t give me another driving lesson while they’re at hockey practice, and I need to figure this shit out so I can drive myself to class and to work. Not sure how I’ll afford a car with the cash in my meager checking account, but I’ll have to figure it out.
What I really can’t afford is to keep walking around alone with Jeremiah out there.
I keep the windows rolled down, a breeze keeping me cool as the sun heats the dark interior of the SUV. Without the Devils here to talk me through it and distract me, my nervous breaths come faster. Even in an empty parking lot in the quietest corner of campus, I make stupid mistakes like signaling in the wrong direction and hitting the brake when I mean to hit the gas. The same way I am when I play music in front of an audience, but this time, it’s the lack of an audience that keeps me screwing up.
When another car glides into a spot in the parking lot, I grit my teeth. Really? Of all the places they could go, it has to behere?
At least it’s not Jeremiah’s car. I don’t think I could escape him even with a getaway vehicle. I’d hit a barricade and render the SUV useless before I could get far enough away from him.
I hit the brake at the end of the lot and practice a few deep breaths. I’ll drive the SUV back to the athletics building where I found it before the Devils’ practice ends and Damien even realizes his car was gone.
When I finally gather up the courage to press on the gas, the passenger door swings open and I scream.
Damien slides into the seat, slamming the door shut behind him. I brace myself for him to shout or berate me for stealing his car. As if he hasn’t done his share of fucked-up shit since we met, like hiding cameras to spy on me and abducting me off the sidewalk.
But instead of glowering at me, he’s smirking. “Taking a joy ride, angel?”
I shrug, heart still hammering from his sudden appearance. “You said you wanted me to learn how to drive.”
“Yeah, but the learning part requires a teacher.”
“Or three.” Knox swings open the back door and slides in behind Damien with his usual grin.
Finn opens the door behind me, and now I’m surrounded by the three of them. Again.
But my stomach doesn’t churn with fear the way it does when I’m alone with Jeremiah. Instead, my heart skips and my thighs clamp together.
With all three of them in the car, I’m a confusing mix of calmer and tenser. Reassured and on edge. “You’re not mad at me for stealing your car?”
“You need a car, don’t you?” Damien slumps back in his seat, legs sprawled apart. He dwarfs every seat and chair he ever sits in. “Keep it.”
Keep it. As if he can afford to just hand over the keys to a vehicle he just purchased a few weeks ago to replace the one he was driving the night of the accident. “I was planning on giving it back after I practiced a little. I figured you guys were busy with your hockey shit.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Damien’s hooded gaze rakes over me. “We can share.”
“Yeah, you’re used to sharing,” I grumble, smacking the turn signal as I turn right into the next row of parking spaces.
