Page 45 of We Shouldn't Be Together
“Ehck,“ I retch.
“Eww, no,“ Tabitha protests. “He is not coming into our house.”
“Fine, but I’m dropping you guys somewhere,” Freddy replies. “How about the local library?”
Another round ofewwsrumbles out of us.
The brothers remain unimpressed. “Well, you've gotta go somewhere.”
“Oh my gosh, Freddy,” Tabitha complains. “It’s just some stupid homework questions.”
“You got a letter sent home,” Drew points out. “It’s another level of seriousness now.”
It’s hard to take him seriously when, besides the trousers and the blazer, he’s blatantly out of uniform. Although, I’ve heard he’s crazy smart, so maybe he does care about his sister’s homework.
“Don’t forget, we’ve already done your classes.” Freddy smirks. “We know you’ve got an overall experiment to work on together.”
“Not today,” I say, edging away from them.
Freddy cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re nowhere near started, are you?”
“My previous lab partner was onto something.” I halt my next step with a sigh. “But, I guess—now that I’m now stuck with your sister—no, I’m royally screwed.”
“Freddy, I’m not spending time alone with him,” Tabitha says firmly. “I wouldn’t feel safe.”
Concern softens Freddy’s expression. “What are you talking about?”
“She and her she-devil friends are spreading rumors I hit women,” I cut in before Tabitha replies.
“Tabby?” Drew latches onto his sister’s arm. “Is it true?”
Tabitha pouts. “He basically said it.”
“He said words you twisted, or do you have cold hard facts?” Freddy asks.
Phew. Maybe they won’t pummel me against these lockers.
When Tabitha shifts her weight, huffs, and mutters a response, her brothers dismiss her.
Freddy jingles his keys. “I’m done listening to this. Let’s go.”
I give her a sarcastic wave. “Bye, Tabitha.”
Freddy snaps his fingers at me. “I wasn’t kidding. You’re coming with us.”
“Pfft. I have plans.”
Drew deadpans me. “Doing what?”
His stare causes icicles to sprout along my spine. “Logan’s Point?”
Drew takes a single step forward, his stare hardening. “Come again?”
I gulp. “Umm. Studying, I guess.”
“Great,” Freddy cheers with his trademark pearly white grin. “Where do you want to study? A coffee shop?”
As I pack my bag, my heart drops into my stomach. Not Morton’s Café. This witch can’t step foot into Jamie’s workplace.
