Page 90 of Wicked Games

“Okay, so let’s just make sure I have this right. Something weird happened in your past that you can’t remember and no one will talk about. Your mom’s back in town. We need to find your dad’s lawyer. Caleb and you are back together?—”

“Ish,” I cut in.

“Back together-ish,” Riley amends. “Whatever that means. You forgave him.”

“Something like that.”

“And what about your dad? Are you going to visit him?”

I flinch. “I don’t know. Why would I?”

“Because from how your face gets weird when you talk about him—and I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve actuallymentionedhim—it sounds like you still…” She shrugs, pulling into the school’s parking lot. “Like, I don’t know. He was the good parent, wasn’t he?”

“Forcibly taken away instead of choosing to leave me?” My mouth dries. “I guess. Except hechoseto deal drugs. Or take drugs and get caught. However it happened. So, yeah. Even if it doesn’t appear like he decided to leave, he did.”

I can’t think about this now.

“If the drug charge is true,” Riley mutters.

“I’m going to the computer lab at lunch.”

“What are we going to do about Savannah?” she asks. We get out of her car and head toward school. “I mean, she’s basicallyin charge again since Amelie went back to France. And that probably means she’s going to make a play for Caleb.”

I whirl toward her. “What?”

Riley snorts. “You didn’t see that coming? She wants everything Amelie had, which includes Caleb.”

“Ah, fuck.”

She elbows me. “But you and Caleb are back together-ish.”

We walk into the cafeteria and stop dead. Savannah is sitting as close as humanly possible next to Caleb. To his credit, he seems unamused. His black eyes look terrible under the harsh fluorescent lighting, but he’s still devastatingly handsome.

His attention lands on me.

“Why isn’t he moving away from her?”

“Maybe he’s waiting for her to make a fool of herself.” She snickers. “Or for you to do something about it.”

I glance at Riley. “Unknown finally made a reappearance. Seemed under the impression that Caleb and I were done for.”

“And last Savannah knew, you and Caleb were on the outs…”

Right.

I mean, I think rumors flew as soon as his coach practically dragged both of us into his office. I encountered him after that, but we only went to Robert’s classroom. The art kids don’t gossip much with the rest of the school, so that wouldn’t have mattered.

Well. We didn’t even sit together in that class, and then I went home instead of to his place.

Easy to misconstrue ason the outs.

Savannah stands, raising her arms above her head. Her uniform shirt stretches across her breasts. She’s knotted it just above her belly button. Apparently Emery-Rose’s dress code is slacking. Her skirt also seems to be about two sizes too small. It barely hides her underwear.

One of her manicured hands reaches out, grazing Caleb’s face. He shakes his head and leans away from her, but it’s too late.

I see red.

“I’m going to do something stupid,” I warn Riley.

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