“There was no subtext!”
“Sounds to me like he’s gonna murder you,” Madison said. “You should probably just stay in. We can watch baseball. It’ll be amazing.”
“No thanks.”
“But it’s Friday night,” said Madison. “Doesn’t Chastity have some weird rule about that? Single Girl Rule #14: Fridays in September are reserved for baseball with your bitches.”
Chastity looked horrified. “Wow. No. Rule #14 is: If a girl forgets her purse, she must attempt to pay with her body.”
Madison made a gagging noise. “Your rules are disgusting.”
“They’re notmyrules. They’re the Single Girl Rules. They belong to all single girls.”
“Whatever.” Madison turned to me. “Are you seriously gonna get into Tanner’s car?”
“Of course,” I said. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Um…aren’t you even a little worried that he’s the one who murdered Rosalie? And now he knows you’re onto him. What if he’s going to drive you to a remote location and cut you up into little bits and eat you?”
“Well I wasn’t worried about that before. But now I kind of am.”Tanner’s not a killer, right?“I have to go, though. I’ll keep my phone on and text you guys every 20 minutes. If you don’t hear from me, use Find My Phone.” I gave Chastity my password and headed to the elevator.
It was exactly 5 o’clock, so I had the displeasure of sharing the elevator with Mr. Frost.
“Leaving so early?” he asked.
Really?How dare he have the nerve to ask me about leaving at 5 when he did it every single day. “Thanks to your very thoughtful and detailed instructions, I was able to budget mytime effectively and finish my work right on schedule.” I tried to say it nicely, but it came out super sarcastic.
“So you hate the binder that much, huh? Good to know. I’ll come up with something better for next week.”
Is that a threat?It really sounded like a threat.Oh God.What had I gotten myself into? I was pretty sure Mr. Frost was going to do everything in his power to make next week a living hell. But honestly, I didn’t care. All I could think about was that I was about to find Rosalie.
This Is War - Chapter 16 – You Had Sex in Fifth Grade?!
Friday – September 22, 2023
Tanner was waiting for me on the front steps of the BIMG building. He gave me a smile like everything was totally normal. “Are you stalking me, baby?”
“Hey.” My voice squeaked and I had no idea why. It wasn’t because I loved when he said that. Or because his face was perfect. Or because he was staring at me like he missed me too. Or because I’d been dying to see him ever since he broke into my closet. I cleared my throat. I could keep this professional. “What’d you find?”
“I’ll tell you on the ride over. Shall we?” He gestured to the street. I didn’t see his usual black Phantom limo, but there was a bright red Ferrari.
Where was he planning on taking me? “Trying to impress me with your fancy cars, huh?” I said and crossed my arms. But what I really wanted to do was hug him. I hugged myself tighter to stop myself from hugging him.
“Only a douche would take a Ferrari where we’re headed. We’re over here.” He clicked his key fob and the lights blinked on a futuristic-looking silver SUV.
“What even is that thing?” It looked like what an alien would design if they wanted to blend in on Earth but couldn’tquiteget it right.
“You like it? Elon sent it over a few weeks ago for me to test drive.”
“Elon? As in…Elon Musk? As in…the richest man in the world?”
“Second richest,” corrected Tanner.
“Oh. Did Bezos get ahead of him again?”
“No idea. But I know someone richer than both of them.”
“Who?”
