“Great,” Coop mutters. “He speaks French.”
“I’m sorry?” Mathieu said from the back and Coop had pulled out his phone.
“Nothing.”
I rolled my eyes. Despite having to go an extra few blocks to pick up Mathieu, we made it to school with plenty of time. I’d paid for a parking spot for senior year. It was near the drama and music halls. While I didn’t have classes in those halls, my spot was less than 25 feet from the doors, which meant I get inside out of the heat faster.
Win-win in my book.
Coop helped me get the sunscreen up in the windshield and then he was out. Mathieu opened my door for me and he already had my backpack.
“Thank you,” I told him.
“You’re welcome,” he murmured before he dipped his head and brushed his lips to mine. Another thrill went through me that I didn’t get to really enjoy before the door slammed on the other side of the car.
Mathieu actually chuckled as he lifted his head and I could feel the burn in my cheeks.
“Shut up,” I muttered but I couldn’t stop my grin.
“You are beautiful when you blush.” Then he wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I locked the car and I turned to find Coop staring at us. Boy did he look pissed.
That killed some of my good mood, but I just lifted my chin. I practically dared him to say something. Finally, he said, “You want to walk your schedule?”
“I was planning on it.”
“Well, then,” Coop continued giving me a tight-lipped smile. “Let’s introduce Frenchy to the school.”
“He has a name,” I reminded him as Coop led the way.
“I heard,” Coop said, then flicked a look at Mathieu. “But I think Frenchy fits.”
Mathieu gave me a gentle squeeze and I sighed.
“The guys are waiting for us in the caf, so we can introduce Frenchy after the tour.”
My stomach plummeted. At least Coop wastryingto be nice. I wasn’t one hundred percent positive about the rest of the guys.
Chapter
Three
FRANKIE
“Are you seriously doing thisright now?”I hissed the demand while Mathieu spoke to his math instructor. Currently, I only had one class with Mathieu, advanced French.
Which was fantastic, because it was highly unlikely any of the guys would be in it. That said, I wished I had more classes with Mathieu but we would make it work.
“What am I doing?” Coop asked, his innocence utterly belied by the little horns holding up his supposed halo. He barely glanced at me though, he had his phone in hand and his gaze fixed on Mathieu.
I pinched the back of Coop’s biceps just behind his elbow and he jerked his arm away.
“Ow.”
“You know what you’re doing. Stop glaring at him.”
While Coop was still glaring, he’d at least transferred his attention to me. Over the past couple of years, he’d gained a few inches on me in height. Not that it mattered. We’d known each other for way too long for him to intimidate me.
Not that being my best friend since kindergarten did me any favors with the crap he and the others pulled. Just that reminder was enough to stiffen my spine.
