Page 57 of Filthy Little Pretties
Jesus, Donovan.My errant thoughts have me burying my face into his back, slightly embarrassed by the way my body likes this bike and the boy on it.
Everything’s felt raw, like an exposed wire, since the lake house. We agreed to go back to us, no overthinking, but sex ruins the best of intentions. I’ve noticed their interest. It’s deeper than the first week when I thought all the flirtations would end up as background noise to the soundtrack of our friendship. Then I thought our flirtation had morphed into a kind of language we speak, but the more the boys said, the more I now realize how naïve I was being. I like them. And I am wholly unready to fall in love with Grey and Liam, but that’s what I’m scared is happening.
Liam motions with his hand, pointing toward the movie theater marquis ahead of us, and I nod as my hair whips at the ends. The guys explained that every October first, this movie theater opens a haunted maze that ends inside the theatre, where you can watch a marathon of horror movies. “Amazing” and “epic” were the words used to describe the experience. I’m not convinced. I feel like it’s going to be more “terrifying” and “traumatic” for me. Apparently, it’s been their tradition since freshman year, and now that I’m back, it’s my tradition too.
Lucky me.
We slow to a stop, and I bring my hands to Liam’s back, patting a beat out on his broad shoulders as he puts the kickstand down. I hike my leg over, stepping down gently, feeling like Jell-O as I smile and reach for the chinstrap on my helmet.
“That was amazing. Thanks for the ride, Johnny.”
His eyes cut to mine. “Who the fuck is Johnny?”
“Oh my God.Grease. Well,Grease 2.” He stares back at me blankly. “You know, T-birds, Pink Ladies? Nothing?”
Liam walks around his bike, taking both our helmets to secure them on the bike, and bends to kiss my cheek just as Grey walks up. “Why does she look like that?”
“I don’t know, she’s talking about pink birds and grease.”
Grey’s hand takes its place on the back of my neck under my hair as I slap at Liam’s stomach.
“Sheis right here. AndGreaseis a movie classic. How can you say you’ve even lived?”
Liam laughs but ignores me as we walk toward the line at the roped-off entrance that’s draped in black fabric, causing my heart to start beating faster. What sounds like a bunch of recorded screams and creepy squeaking doors comes from speakers set around us. My fingers find my bracelet, and I see Grey raise an amused brow.Maybe I can escape out of the first exit and bail? They’ll never know.I cringe to myself, suddenly remembering I meant to text my driver and tell him I wouldn’t need a ride today.
“Shit.”
The guys stare at me as I dig through my bag while we take our place in line. I pull it out and press the button to turn it back on, and Grey jerks his chin toward my cell.
“Why’s your phone off?”
I lean in, resting my head on his chest as a cool breeze cuts by, billowing my school skirt and causing me to shiver. He moves to take off his sweater, but I shake my head.
“You guys were so obnoxious texting me this afternoon that I had to turn it off during art studies.”
They look at each other, suspicion on their faces as the screen comes to life, but before I can check anything, Grey swipes the phone right out of my hand. My head shoots up, and I turn my body toward him.
“What are you doing? Give me my phone.”
Liam locks his arms around me, making it impossible for me to take it back and also making me laugh when he bites at my cheek.
“Secrets aren’t allowed, Cherry. Fess up. Who’s texting our girl? Because it sure as hell wasn’t us.”
As soon as he says it, my stomach drops. If they weren’t texting me like crazy people, it can only be one other person.Oh fuck.Please don’t make this a moment where I have to explain my entire life story.
All the humor leaves Grey’s face as he begins reading the messages on my phone, and I instantly want to disappear. I should try to grab the phone, but I don’t. Instead, I sink further into Liam’s hold. Until Grey looks up—then I want to run away. I despise the look behind his eyes.
Sympathy. He feels bad for me.
“Your mom,” Grey offers, handing me back the phone, just as I snatch it from him, breaking away from Liam.
I look down, scrolling over message after angry message, stopping to read the last few novels she texted.
Mom: I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this kind of treatment, but I’m surprised that you would be so willing to shut me out. After all you’ve done.
Mom: You’re selfish and Dr. Esteban says I don’t need toxicity in my life. I’m happy you’ve decided to turn your back on me, now I won’t feel bad doing the same.
Mom: I will make your life a living hell if you don’t get me what I want. I deserve it. I put up with you for seventeen years too long…and I think we can agree that you never made it easy. You never once thought about me. Maybe you could try and show me love. Ask for the Boulders, Donovan. I’m tired of waiting. If you love me, you’d ask.
