“This is what happens when you let kids handle shit,” Wolf surmised, and Thatch blazed at him.
“Fuck you and your ancient ass,” Thatcher shot back. He shoved Wolf. “You’re all of nine months older than me.”
Which was enough to make Wolf and myself superior to him, as far as we were concerned. Wells too since he was a junior. We all may be best friends, but we could and did use whatever we could against each other. I think that came with the territory of us being buddies. We’d known each other since birth. Our parents were all friends before that.
“I’m just saying. Y’all’s asses had one thing to do that fucking night.” Wolf growled, sounding like an actual wolf. He’d gained the term on the football field, but it stayed long off. Not only did the fucker look like a wolf, he acted like one too. “You fucked shit up, and now, we all have to deal with it.”
Thatcher rolled his eyes. “It was Wells who ran like a little bitch ass that night.” Chuckling, he
tossed an arm over Wells’s shoulder. “What did she have again?”
Wells shoved him off. “A bat, and hell yeah, I ran. Bitch had a fucking air horn.”
“She apparently still likes to make noise,” I said, recalling this morning in clear detail, and with the words, my buddies silenced. They weren’t looking at the big picture here.
They knew that.
I assumed they saw that all over my face, and even Wolf went silent.
He didn’t do that for many.
“What did you find out about her?” I asked him, telling Wolf to look into the new girl. Wells had texted me about her the moment he’d realized she was the girl he’d allowed to escape that night. The one who’d gotten in the way.
The one who fucked everything up.
She was the one who made noise, so naturally I needed everything that could possibly be found out about her. Normally, Thatcher would do such a job. His father, my god dad Knight, put the Windsor Prep’s online security system in. Because of this, Thatcher knew the firewalls like the back of his hand. He was good like that, a tech genius like his dad.
The new girl was still too new, though. Her files wouldn’t be uploaded into the system yet.
That left Wolf.
His mom used to be headmaster of the school back in the day. This was before the guys and I came to school here, but we’d known one day the headmaster’s keys might one day be put to good use. Wolf had made dupes of everything before his mom returned the keys, and that came in handy during times like today.
When information was needed.
I’d sent Wolf along to records today to get the girl’s hard file, study it a bit, then bring the information back. He’d texted he got the info before gym.
He eyed the new girl across the field, the girl ambling around like she didn’t know what to fucking do. Her gym class played volleyball, but despite her height, she was just standing around like she had no idea what was going on.
Wolf sneered, as if at the audacity.
“She’s trash,” he said, that familiar bite in his voice returned from before. She’d danced with the devil getting in his face this morning. I’d give her that. He grunted. “She and her brother have been in about a million different schools in the last few years. Came here from Chicago. Inner city. She’s nothing and nobody.”
“What’s she doing here?”
He eyed me. “Her father died,” he said, surprising me. “A factory fire at his job according to her file. Didn’t find much more about that and don’t know anything about her mom. It just lists her as deceased in the record.”
So she and her brother were orphans. Interesting.
I questioned if her dad had been someone for them both to be here amongst us, the elite, but Wolf just said the girl was trash and had nothing.
“It seems to be just her and her brother,” Wolf continued. “Some guy named Callum Montgomery footed their tuition bill. I assume that’s their guardian.”
I stiffened a beat at the name. I knew a Callum, but the name Montgomery didn’t ring a bell.
“Don’t know too much about him either,” Wolf informed. “Doesn’t even fucking live here.”
“Where does he live?”