Sam’s call disconnects again, my phone goes deathly silent for twenty or so seconds, then it starts vibrating all over again.
Meg smiles and pulls us into a park area on the far side of the street. Tall trees shade us and lush green grass cushions us.Without another word, the prim and proper Megan Elizabeth Montgomery flops to the grass, pulling me down with her so our heads practically touch. My heart thumps dangerously in my chest, but at her smile, I hesitantly answer the call.
She already knows there’s someone.
“Hello?”
“Sammy?”
“Hey.”
“Did you drop your cell in the toilet or something?”
Meg and I both snicker at the same time, and at hearing hers, mine cuts off immediately. My eyes snap to her dancing gaze, and she bounces her brows.
“Sammy?” he asks quietly. “Who’s with you?”
“Umm…”
“Is it the snitch--”
I cough sharply, but Meg cackles out a laugh anyway. I look to her with apologetic eyes, but she just shakes her head. “Hello, boy on the phone,” she says loud enough he can clearly hear. “I’m Meg… the snitch that promises she won’t snitch.”
“… Sammy?”
“Umm… yeah. So that was Meg.”
“Is she gonna snitch?”
I shrug my shoulders, though of course he can’t see. “She says she won’t.”
“Do you believe her?”
I bend my neck and look into her eager eyes. She nods her head, but I shake mine. “I dunno. I’ve only known her for three minutes.”
“I don’t know what to do right now,” he admits shakily. “Do I hang up and hope she forgets I exist?”
Even I snicker this time at the trepidation in his voice. “I guess that boat already sailed.” Meg turns over onto her stomach and elbows, and spins blades of grass in her fingers while she pretends not to listen to us. “I dunno. I guess it’s too late now. But she doesn’t know your name yet, so…”
“I know his name isn’t Future Husband, Cupcake, Handsome.” She laughs. “I mean, it could be, but that’s a lot of letters to fill out on social security forms.”
“Can she hear everything I’m saying right now?”
“Pretty much. She’s right next to me.”
“Okay…”
“Do you wanna go back to texting me?” I ask with a soft laugh. “I think we’re okay. She hasn’t snitched yet. And she doesn’t know your name--”
“Hey Turner! Let’s go.”
“Luc!” Sam snaps on his end of the line, then Luc’s “what?”
“Turner…” Meg mumbles with a smirk. After a long tense minute, she looks up at me with kind eyes. “Innocent till proven guilty, right? I won’t snitch on you. You have my word.”
“She sounds hot, who’s that?”
“Luc!” Sam snaps out. “Back the fuck up away from me or I’ll break your face.”