Page 9 of Frenemies
Baily shrugged away. “What’s wrong with pigtails?”
So much, I didn’t even know where to start.
I was about to point out that she wasn’t five, but when I spun around, Bailey was standing perfectly still, staring at the frat house across the street.
“What are you doing?”
Keeping her eyes locked in place, Bailey leaned over and whispered, “Did you see that?”
“See what? The frat house, or the idiot gawking at it?”
Bailey frowned at me. “I saw something glint on the roof.”
So?
“This is Miami. Stuff glints all the time.”
“This was different,” Bailey insisted, which made me roll my eyes and strut away.
I was not in the mood to listen to her paranoid crap. No one was following her. Why would they? Her clothes didn’t fit, and she hardly ever wore make-up. Why would anyone put in the effort if she didn’t?
“I’m not crazy, you know?”
Sure.
“On second thought, keep the pigtails.” I glanced over my shoulder. “That way, you can lose your stalker in a crowd atChuck E Cheese.”
Leaving Bailey to deal with her imaginary friend, I turned the corner for the Pi Kappa house. I had bigger things to waste my time on, like finding Chase Mathers, which became harder to accomplish with each passing day.
We’d been searching for him for two months now, but the man was infuriatingly good at staying off the radar.
An amazing feat considering Louis Kessler had not only enlisted the help of the Russian mob, but he’d sent Ashen Springs’ Sheriff down here to keep an eye on police reports. That still surprised me. Derek Adams and Louis weren’t exactly friends.
There was no doubt in my mind that if Derek thought he could shoot Louis in the back and get away with it, he would. Unfortunately for him, he had nowhere near the kind of power the Kessler’s did. Micha proved that by claiming his daughter.
Riley was his now, and there wasn’t a damn thing Derek could do about it. Hey, I was with him. Those two did not belong together, but I suppose Riley had her benefits.
Like her father, for instance. She was the only reason he was helping us. Then again, Micha wouldn’t have been forced into hiding if it wasn’t for her.
Bailey ran up behind me and shifted her gaze around. “Last week, my stuffed bear went missing.”
Ugh, was she still on this?
My roommate’s possible sanity issues were so far down on my list that they didn’t even register. Something the two bikes parked in front of the house reminded me of—I eyed one of the helmets hanging off the handlebars of the first one. There was no mistaking that flowery skull decorating the lavender shell. Jaz was here, which meant so was her husband.
My pulse fluttered as I rushed towards the door. Unlike Tanner, who hung around like a lost puppy, Beast only came when he had news. Maybe they finally found Chase. I shouldn’t care so much—he was the one that left.
Inconsiderate bastard was going to get his ass kicked. First for being an idiot, then for making me worry. My brows spent so much time furrowed. At this rate, I was going to have wrinkles by the time I was twenty-five. I didn’t fall for a coward. Chase was a little misguided and entirely broken, but he was not a coward.
“Oh, look who finally showed up.”
My eyes snapped over to Tanner, who was lounging in my purple chair with his dirty shoes on the coffee table.
“It’s called school, Dipshit. You should try it sometime.” I sneered at the smirk on his face. “It might improve your vocabulary.”
“Hey, I speak great.”
Uh-huh?
