The Trouble with You (Rixon Raiders 1)

“Not here, okay?” She said, her eyes darting around me as if she was looking for so

mething. Or someone. “Can we just go?”

“Toby texted me, inviting us to a part—”

“That sounds perfect.” She grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the door.

“Good,” I chuckled. “Because I kind of already said yes.”

I had another message off Toby saying he was in our neighborhood and would be about ten minutes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked Flick again as she wrapped her arms around herself, refusing to meet my eyes. “Did Asher do something—”

“I’m fine, Hails. I promise.”

“I swear to God, if he hurt you, I’ll kill him.” His interest in my best friend was growing. The only problem was, I couldn’t figure out if it was all a big joke or if he actually liked her. Either way, Asher Bennet would eat her alive, something I had no intention of ever letting happen.

“It’s not Asher.”

“It’s not?”

“No.”

“But it is a guy?” Because my gut told me it was a guy. Something was going on with my best friend, I just didn’t know what.

Her eyes slowly slid to mine, and she pressed her lips together giving a little nod. “But I don’t want to talk about it.”

The fact she didn’t feel like she could talk to me stung. But I hadn’t exactly been upfront about Cameron either. So I offered her a warm smile, and said, “Okay, but when you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

“Thank you.” Flick sniffled. “Ugh, Homecoming sucks.”

“I could have told you that.”

“I just thought...” A heavy sigh escaped her lips. “I don’t know, maybe this whole list is stupid.”

Moving closer to her, I squeezed her hand. “It isn’t stupid. It’s brave. And I’m proud of you, Felicity Giles.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes lit up.

“Yeah. You could have stood by and let me trample all over your senior year and you didn’t.” The glare of headlights blinded us both and I threw up my arm to get a better look at the approaching car.

“It’s Toby, come on.” Flick grabbed my hand and tugged me toward it.

“Eager much?” I murmured and she threw me a scathing look over her shoulder.

“Homecoming might have sucked, but the night is still young, and I don’t plan on letting this dress go to waste.”

“You do look pretty hot,” I agreed.

“Damn right I do. Jude isn’t going to know what hit him.” Gone was the sad girl I’d found minutes earlier.

“Flick,” I said. “You don’t have to—”

“No, not listening. I need this, Hails.” I wasn’t exactly sure what she was referring to but the glint in her eye told me not to argue.

Toby rolled his window down, his gaze sweeping down my body, eyes darkening with lust. “Hey.” He gave me a lazy smile.

“Hi.”