Reed could be such a dickwad. Yes, my Ranger wasn’t the latest model, but she was my pride and joy. I had bought her as soon as I’d gotten my driver’s license. I’d been working shifts around my schooling at the local docks shovelling fish guts since I was fifteen. The car was how I spent my savings. Ma paid for half of Reed’s Jeep, sponging jerk-off.
“At least I bought my car myself, freeloading little shit,” I added. What could I say, he’d hit a sore spot. The guy hadn’t earned a dime in all the time I’d known him. The fact that he got away with so much shit on the field also added to my mood.
My could-do-no-wrong brother held up his hands with a mocking affront. “Fuck me, I’m only saying it how it is. Don’t get your pantyhose in a twist. Are yousureyou’re not on the rag?” Reed chuckled, the annoying prick.
Before I could deliver another snappy comeback, Storm continued to climb up my ass for some weird reason.
“I can give you a lift, baby,” she piped up, nudging her shoulder against mine.
What the fuck? Storm had turned up the heat and was in full-on flirt mode. You had to be careful with girls on the cheer squad, they could be as clingy as fuck. Cheerleaders were Jersey Chasers and the type of species who would poke holes in the condom.
Snorting and shaking his head with restrained temper, Reed emphasised. “I thought you’d got the message that my brother wants nothing to do with you, teacup?” He then discarded the last part of my hot dog with a look of distaste. That was a surprise; Reedneverleft food.
Storm bristled, squeezing my thigh, before moving closer towards me. We all knew she hated Reed’s nickname for her, teacup… as in Storm in a teacup.
“It’s none of your business Reed, so butt out,” Storm snapped turning to stare up at me with a sultry smile.
Reed exhaled moodily, shoving to his feet, all traces of humor gone. “I’m done with this shit. I’ll see you dicks later.”
As soon as he showed us his back, Storm let go of my leg and stared down into her ratty salad, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
What. The. Fuck?
“Is something going on with you and Reed?” I asked Storm, dropping my hands and cracking my fingers under the table.
Storm’s eyes flashed toward mine as she pushed to her feet, fluffing her hair. “He wishes,” she huffed. “I’ll save you a seat in Beaker's class. I need to check onMary-Ann.”
“What do you mean, check on her? You don’t care about anyone other than yourself,” Phoenix pointed out nastily.
“Oh, I’m not showing her around for the good of my heart. I need all the extra credit I can get.”
I didn’t even register that she’d explained she needed to find Miller’s kid untilaftershe’d left the table. Storm had signed up for the Buddy Scheme, a programme where students volunteered to show newbies around the campus.
I watched her leave and then refocused on Micah and Nix.
“Something to tell me?” I questioned with an arched brow, examining them cooly.
My two brothers exchanged a glance, and then Micah said. “I was going to say, I doubt Reed would be interested in any place your dick has been, but after that display of jealousy, I stand corrected.”
Storm’s comment about Micah came back to me. “What did Storm mean about youinhalingyour food?” I had an idea about what she was insinuating and if I found out he was indulging in anything other than the occasional blunt, I would hand him his asshole.
A mixture of emotions crossed his features before he masked them and shrugged.
“I eat fast?”
“Really? And that’s it?”
My brother looked uncomfortable and shrugged. “I don’t know. Fuck knowswhatthat bitch was rambling about.”
My brother’s attention was on something that made his entire expression change. I knew that look. Micah was transparent when it came to singling out a nice piece of ass.
“Fuck me, there she is. Pass me the fire extinguisher because my dick is on fire.”
I glanced over my shoulder towards where he was looking, and my heart dropped to the floor.
There she stood, in all her sweet glory, at fucking last.JustMolly.
My breath felt trapped, almost like it did after a particularly rough tackle.
