Chapter 9
1286 Words
Trish's POV:
Friday
It’s finally Friday, which means I’ll have the house to myself later. The triplets are at a sleepover, and Trent is going to a party with his girlfriend.
Lexi went to school yesterday after the principal called to ask why she missed Wednesday. She seems like her old self, but I suspect it’s just an act.
“So, what are you doing tonight?” Grace asks as we approach the building.
“I’ll do my homework and maybe catch up on some Teen Wolf episodes,” I reply.
“How about I come over for a sleepover?” she suggests.
Just then, her phone vibrates; she reads the message and replies.
“I think we’ll have to push our sleepover to next week. My parents want to visit my aunt and uncle for the weekend,” she sighs.
“It’s okay,” I say.
“We’ll have a sleepover soon. By the way, you’ve got three new hot friends to hang out with,” she winks, and I see Hunter by the lockers with Victor and Spencer.
“We still need to keep an eye on him; I don’t trust that guy,” Spencer says as I approach.
“But we don’t want to look suspicious,” Hunter retorts.
Victor nudges him and nods in my direction.
“Hey, guys,” I greet them, and Hunter moves aside for me to grab my things.
“So, Trish, what’s your plan after school today?” Spencer asks, earning glares from the guys.
“Maybe relax at home and do homework,” I shrug.
“No parents?”
“My dad is out, and my stepmom will be busy with who knows what,” I reply, and Spencer grins at his friends.
“How about Hunter picks you up, and we all do something fun?” he suggests. Hunter gives him a glare.
“Fun as in something illegal?” I joke, but they all look serious.
“I’m so—”
“It’s fine; we know you were joking, right guys?” Spencer chuckles, eyeing the others.
“Yeah, whatever,” Hunter grumbles.
“So it’s settled then. He’ll pick you up around 5, and we’ll meet Victor and me at Starbucks,” Spencer claps, and I shrug.
I’m not doing anything important at home anyway.
**
“Today we’ll act out scenes from the Shakespeare we read yesterday,” Mr. Lawson announces in literature class.
“I’ll choose pairs for each part,” he adds, and we groan. Jasmine, Kimberly, Ivan, Oscar, and Ted are also in this class.
“Jasmine and Ted.”
“Kimberly and Oscar.”
“Trish and Ivan.”
What the flying fish?
“Sir, I don’t think that’ll work; I already—”
“I don’t care, Mr. Gatlin. Work with her or face detention and miss practice. Your choice,” Mr. Lawson cuts him off.
Ivan grumbles and sits next to me. “After this, don’t even look at me, nerd,” he says.
“I don’t want to look at your ugly face either,” I scoff.
His looks match his personality perfectly.
**
“Mind if I sit here?” Trent asks as I look up.
Grace is eating quietly, and the guys are silent.
“Sure,” I reply as he pulls out a chair.
“So, Trent, where do your parents work?” Spencer asks.
“They work at the same company as Trish’s dad; they’re colleagues,” Trent explains.
“If they are, why don’t you know Trish? I thought you’d have met at a gala,” Spencer frowns.
“Those aren’t my things, but I saw pictures of her at Mr. West’s office,” Trent replies, and Victor shares a look with Hunter.
“Cool,” Spencer says.
“You!” Sandra shrieks as she storms over to our table. “What did I tell you about staying away from hot guys?” she screams, grabbing my hair and lifting me from my seat.
“Looks like I need to remind you where you belong, nerd,” she says, forcing me to look her in the eye. She raises her hand to slap me when someone grabs her arm.
“Let me go, mute girl!” she yells as Grace twists her arm behind her back, forcing her to the floor.
“Listen carefully: if you try that again, I’ll break your little arm and your plastic face,” Grace threatens. Sandra whimpers and scrambles away.
Everyone is silent, mouths agape.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Hunter is the first to recover.
“Karate and self-defense classes my dad wanted me to take since I was six,” she shrugs.
“Can you headlock someone?” Trent asks.
“Yeah, and they can’t get out easily,” she smirks as we sit down.
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Victor's POV:
Damn, she’s hot and can fight—my type of girl. Grace is definitely different from anyone I’ve dated, with her chestnut hair, petite frame, and sea-green eyes.
“You’ve got to show me that move sometime,” Trent says to her, unable to hide his smile after the incident. When he thinks no one is watching, he checks her out.
I see your secret, Trent Graham; you can’t fool me. I’ll get Grace first.
“Sure, no problem,” she nods, and Spencer catches me staring, smirking.
He’s always up to something, but I notice him studying Trish when she isn’t looking. My buddy finally has a crush—what caught his attention? Her emerald eyes or her personality?
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Trish's POV:
Hunter arrives at his motorbike.
“Come on, Trish, we don’t have all evening,” he says, handing me my helmet, which I wear when I skateboard.
"I'm coming," I say, locking the front door and putting on my helmet before wrapping my arms around his waist.
"I'm surprised you aren't afraid of this thing," he chuckles.
"I've always wanted to ride a motorbike," I confess as we speed away.
We reach Starbucks in ten minutes, where Victor and Spencer are waiting.
"Finally, here's your drink. We need to go," Spencer hands Hunter the cup.
"Where are we going?" I ask, and Victor smiles, revealing spray paint.
**
"Freeze!" a police officer yells.
"s**t, run!" Hunter says, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.
"Hey, get back here!" the officer orders as Hunter drags me out of the alley, and we sprint down the block.
"Where are Spencer and Victor?" I ask, worried, as we stop to catch our breath.
"They're—"
He stops when we see Spencer waving from inside a police car.
"Looks like we need to bail out my buddies," Hunter sighs.
"What's the fun in that? Let's join them," I grin.
***
"Looks like your friend and this young lady wanted to join the party," the officer says, shoving Hunter and me into the cell, where Spencer welcomes us with open arms.
"You’re truly my best friends," he fake cries, hugging us.
"Now who's going to bail us out, genius?" Victor rolls his eyes.
"I can call Trent; I’m sure he hasn’t gotten drunk yet," I offer.
"I'll just call my mom. I don't want a broken nose," Spencer chuckles.
"You have one phone call," the officer says, handing Spencer a cellphone.
"Hello, Mom."
"Yes, it's me."
"Yeah, but this time I lead," he laughs.
"See you in thirty minutes, and bring some cash. Bye," he hangs up.
"Thanks for having my back, buddy," Spencer fist-bumps Hunter.
"Actually, it was Trish's idea for us to join you guys," Hunter admits, and Spencer grins, hugging me tightly.
"You're officially my new best friend."
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