I could tell that she was distracted by Devon’s behavior. He’d been standoffish the entire evening. He arrived and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and that had been it. After we traipsed into the car, he’d been silent, just focused on driving. Jasmine sat in the back with me, chatting to Mandy, who was glancing at Devon every few seconds, trying to appear nonchalant. I was staring out the window tuning the conversation out.
Until I heard Jasmine murmur, “…he was with Aidrian last night. God, Tray just pisses me off at times.”
I looked over and caught a furtive glance from Mandy under her
eyelashes. “What?”
“Didn’t say anything.”
Jasmine turned to me. “I was just telling Mandy that sometimes I’m embarrassed by Tray. God, especially when he fucks girls like Aidrian Casners. She’s white trash. Seriously.”
“That’s probably why he fucked her,” I drawled, leaning back.
Jasmine and Mandy were both watching me intently. Even Devon had glanced in the rear-view mirror.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Mandy squeaked.
Jasmine turned to face me. “We heard an interesting tidbit last night…about you and Tray,” Jasmine said, trying to bait me. “Care to elaborate?”
“If it’s anything short than us screwing on the hood of my car, it’s not worth addressing.” I grinned, a dry chuckle in my voice. “How long till we get there?”
“We’re meeting up with Tray and the rest of the gang at his place first,” Devon said tightly, turning into a driveway.
I had to admit, the place was impressive. It was gorgeous. The mansion had two massive pillars right before the front door with a large patio extending off to the side. The living room could be seen through three large windows and inside there was a flat screen TV highlighting one entire wall. It looked like a movie theater with black leather couches gracing the sides of the room. Through the house you could see the pool shimmering through the glass patio doors on the other side of the mansion.
Yes. It was impressive.
Fuck that.
Walking inside we were met with a chandelier—an actual chandelier in the foyer with a spiral staircase leading off to the right. There was an open doorway just before the steps and it led to an expansive kitchen, complete with an island in the middle. Even the kitchen looked like a masterpiece.
Most of the ‘cool’ crowd were lounging around, all drinking, chatting, or in the process of making their drinks for the ride.
I saw Grant and Bryce right away. They were at the table talking with some girls I didn’t recognize. Amber was sitting on the island, dangling her feet, talking with a guy that I thought was Brent…Garrett? Basketball team…I think. I didn’t really care.
Tray was nowhere to be found.
I felt Mandy nudge me and whisper, “Tray just got here.”
I couldn’t see him.
“What are you talking about?” I asked in a seemingly bored, low tone.
“I just talked to Erin and she said Tray just ran in. He’s getting dressed and then we’re all heading out.”
“I don’t get why we’re all meeting here? Why don’t we just go to the party?”
“Because Tray and Grant are the only ones who know where Rickets’ House is…and…there’s probably Pedlam students there. It’s not like we all want to show up alone.”
I grinned. “What? Strength in numbers? Can’t handle a few Pedlamites?”
“You probably could, but I’m secure enough to admit that I wouldn’t want to do it. Trust me, we want Tray there with us when we show. He can handle Crispin Gentley.”
I scoffed, “Gentley’s a baby.”
Jasmine had been listening and asked, “You know Crispin Gentley?”