“How was your sleep?” Noah throws back at me, catching me around the waist and pulling me down on his lap. I fall easily and try not to flinch with the pain that rockets through my ribs.
“It was great. Would have been better in someone else’s bed, though.” His signature cocky grin spreads over his face and I quickly shut that shit down. “Tully has a great bed. I slept like a baby in there before you disturbed my night.”
“You’re a liar,” he tells me, pulling me in to brush his lips across mine. “Her bed is shit.”
I laugh out. He couldn’t be more right.
Noah’s phone vibrates under my ass and he adjusts me to slide it out of his pocket. He quickly checks a text message before hauling me up to my feet. “Showtime,” he declares, slapping on a fake grin, and picking up his confetti bomb from the table.
He gets into position and as if on cue, the rest of the students in the cafeteria copy him. Shrugging my shoulders, I grab my own confetti bomb and wait for the door to open.
Monica pushes through the cafeteria door with Candice right by her side and within the blink of an eye, hundreds of confetti bombs echo through the room as shit flies everywhere. “Congratulations,” Noah yells for everyone to hear.
Monica’s eyes widen, realizing exactly what’s going on. She’s being outed publicly for a teen pregnancy that isn’t even real. For her to deny it now would be admitting that she faked it for the sake of getting Noah back which would be social suicide, but to go along with it… also social suicide.
She’s fucked either way and every damn person in this room is going to believe it because the pack leader was the one to tell them. Besides, why would anyone go to these lengths if it wasn’t true, right?
Monica goes to back out of the room and Noah’s voice rings out. “Stop her,” he says to anyone, knowing damn well that at least fifty people would rush in to be the one who got to fulfill his wishes. “Don’t be shy, Monica. It’s a party in your honor.”
All his little minions move, closing the door and blocking Monica in the room. Having no other option, she puts on her show face and strides across the room towards us. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“This is what you wanted right?” Noah questions, feigning ignorance. His voice raises for everyone to hear. “You told me you were pregnant. What did you expect? That I wasn’t going to be happy for you and Spencer?”
“What?” she sputters out, clearly confused.
Noah grabs her and pulls her hard into his chest for a congratulatory hug. “Smile,” he murmurs. “Everyone’s watching and now the whole damn school knows that you’re pregnant.”
“But…”
“But what?” he demands, hushing his voice once again with the dangerous look in his eyes making her shrink back. “Is it not true? Is there no baby? I wouldn’t want to be you if it turned out to be a lie.” She swallows as Noah releases her. “Like I said, you better smile. It’s a fucking party in your honor.” Noah takes my hand and steps away from her before stopping and looking back over his shoulder. “Good luck faking a pregnancy in front of the whole fucking school.”
With that, we move away and in the blink of an eye, students are rushing up to her, pressing their hands on her stomach and congratulating her on nothing but the egg and bacon burger she ate for breakfast.
“What about the box?” I question.
“Patience,” he murmurs, running his fingertips over my shoulder as Rivers appears from somewhere and gives Noah a nod, making me extremely suspicious.
“Geez,” Tully says, joining us. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
“Come on,” he laughs. “I’ve done much worse shit to you over the years.”
“Yeah, like hacking my Facebook page and posting a photoshopped picture of me taking it up the ass. Everyone thought that was fucking real by the way. I still get creepy fuckers asking me if I’m down and it was nearly three years ago.”
Noah chuckles as Rivers high fives him over the top of my head, clearly having something to do with that one. “You deserved it,” Noah reminds her. “Served you right for hiding a pink lacy thong in the bottom of my bed for mom to find.”
Tully chuckles to herself and I have to laugh at how similar the sound is to Noah’s. “You two are idiots,” I tell them. “You both better stay off my Facebook page.”
“Do you even have a Facebook page?” Noah questions with a plan clearly being formed in his twisted mind.
“Nope,” I lie.
“She does,” Rivers informs him. “I stalked it when you two first started hanging.”