Page 22 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

“Don’t knock it til you try it.”

I wonder if punching the lights out of my friend would be acceptable under the circumstances but my murderous thoughts are shelved when Jesse whistles and I stare in the direction he is focused on.

“Who’s that?”

“Imogen, Cassie and Jack’s friend.”

Jesse says with appreciation. “Fuck, she is a piece of me.”

I see Imogen through Jesse’s eyes and admit she is. She is a stunning blonde, tall, slender and with curves that sit in all the right places. Her bright blue eyes are soft and hold an innocence that Jesse’s type would kill to corrupt.

She laughs at something Siri says and her white even teeth create a wholesome vibe that Jesse is addicted to and her white dress that sits above her knee is both flattering and desirable, giving off seriously sexy vibes without stating the obvious.

Ordinarily, I would warn Jesse off because Imogen is Cassie’s best friend and deserves my protection but I am so desperate to save Jesse from spiralling into hell, I would even sacrifice Imogen to make that happen.

“I take it you’re not in a rush to leave now.” I tease and Jesse nods, a spark in his eyes as he whispers, “An appetizer wouldn’t hurt before the main course.”

“Fuck, Jesse.” I rake my fingers through my hair and glare at him. “Don’t you fuck with Cassie’s friend. I don’t want to add you to my hit list.”

Jesse shrugs. “I’m meaning a conversation. What’s wrong with that?”

He shrugs off the wall and heads toward the small gathering and as he approaches, Summer drifts away from the group toward me.

“Hey.”

She reaches for one of the beers in the cooler beside me and I knock it out of her hands. “Soda.”

“Fuck you, Frankie. You’re not the boss of me.”

“Tell that to our father.”

“I hate you.” She groans and ignoring me, reaches for a beer, defiantly ripping the top off and chugging it down before me.

She slams it down and jerks her thumb toward Jesse.

“Who is the guy who appears to be hitting on Imogen?”

We watch as he whispers something in her ear, causing her to laugh out loud and I huff, “My best friend, Jesse. He’s a man whore. Feel free to warn your friend off.”

“Gotcha.”

She leans against the wall and glances around the room.

“You have an impressive home here. I’m guessing mom sent the decorators in.”

“You guessed right.”

“I should do the same. Willow Tree House is nice but not acceptable.”

“Says the mafia princess who expects nothing but the best.”

“Of course.”

We share a grin because it’s doubtful anyone here would understand the wealth we enjoy back home and she whispers, “Cassie seems nice.”

“She is.”

“You like her?”

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