Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
He nodded, more solemn, and held up a fist to me. I met it with mine, and he nodded toward the kitchen. “Going to refill my drink and head out back to hang with your boy.” He noticed my empty hands. “You want a drink?” He pointed to the others. “Drinks? Anyone?”
Missy looked to me, questioning.
I nodded for her. “Yes. You need help carrying?”
He smirked at me. “Are you kidding? It’s like you don’t know me.” He started to leave, waving to the girls as he did.
Missy stepped in closer, pointing to him.
I answered before she could say something, “He’s bringing drinks.”
“That’s Raymond Linde.” Holly took his place. Her cousin took her spot. Their fourth friend was still on the outskirts. “I can’t believe Raymond Linde is getting me a drink right now.”
That was my cue to escape. I began to edge away from them. “I see someone I have to talk to. I’ll see you guys later on.”
All of them nodded, even the fourth girl waved to me.
I felt bad for her. From what I’d seen so far, she was on the bottom of their hierarchy.
As for me, I was heading toward mine.
Kristina was doubled over in laughter. Sarah was giggling. Casey was shaking her head at something Gage said, and he was laughing right along with Kristina. His arm was still around Casey, but he was half-leaning around her to talk to Kristina.
“Clarke.” I glanced over, seeing one of Gage’s roommates lifting his beer up in a salute. I nodded back, closing the distance. I had to move around the kitchen table to come up behind my brother. Kristina saw me first, pointing in earnest. Casey and Gage looked, and then I was swept up in a big hug from my brother.
He lifted me off my feet. “My little sister!” He set me back down and pretended to scold me, “Took you long enough.”
I pointed to where I’d just come from. “My old roommate stopped me.”
Linde was starting back with the drinks, and I yelled over to him. He was on the other side of the table, but saw me. “Hey!”
“I’m here. They’re still over there.”
He nodded and tapped a guy on the shoulder who was seated at the table. He handed him a cup and pointed to me. The guy said something to someone across the table and the drink was passed over. I took it, thanking the guy, and raising it like a toast to Linde. “Thank you!”
He nodded, shouldering his way through the crowd and back to Missy and the girls.
I sipped my drink, watching. He handed the drinks to them, said a few more words, then turned to me and pointed to the back hallway. He mouthed, “Outside.”
I nodded, giving him a thumbs-up sign.
“We’re supposed to go outside?” Gage had been watching, too.
I shrugged. “Shay’s out there.”
“Well, let’s go.”
I led the way.
Some people said hello to me. I saw Becca and Aby from poli-sci in a corner, both looking dressed as if they should be in a nightclub. They turned, but I snuck behind a group of guys to hide from their eyesight. It hit me then—this was what I’d been putting off from the beginning. Becca and Aby would’ve been nice to me, just like my roommate and her friends were doing right now. Kristina always was, and the same for Casey. Even Sarah was the same. She rarely talked to me pre-attack, and it was like that now.
I didn’t begrudge her. She wasn’t being fake. I appreciated that.
Once we got outside, I asked Kristina, “Who was the guy Laura was talking to?”
Sarah overheard, answering with a snort, “A guy she met last weekend. He’s an asshole to everyone but her.” She shook her head, going off to follow Casey and Gage, who had taken the lead. Shay, Linde, and a bunch of others were sitting on the far side of the patio around a picnic table. They looked to just be talking.
Kristina shook her head at me. “There was a fight. Casey and Sarah think he’s bad news, but Laura isn’t listening. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
Gage threw his hand out to the table. “Hey! What’s up?”
Linde barked out a laugh. “It’s Clarke’s brother.”
Gage drew up short, rolling his eyes. “Nice one, Linde.”
Linde laughed, pounding the table. He looked less sober than when I saw him a minute earlier. “Sit down, Clarke’s brother, who is awesome and the best guy to play darts against.” He raised his drink, pointing to a different guy across the table. “You want a new darts guy? This is the guy. Clarke beat the shit out of the whole house the other night.”
The guy looked over to assess my brother and held his hand out for Gage to shake. “Cameron—”
Gage shook the guy’s hand, sitting beside Linde at the same time. “I know. Cameron Brewski. You’re the quarterback for the team we stomped all over today.”