Page 92 of One of Them Girls

The doors open and she basically drags me out of the elevator and toward the waiting room. She drops my hand, making me look up as she rushes toward Jack. He sits with his arms on his knees, hands covering his face.

“Hey,” she whispers, kneeling in front of him.

He drops his hands and weaves them into her hair and buries his face into the crown of her head. I slowly approach and sit down next to them.

“Have you heard anything?” I whisper.

Jack shakes his head, messing up Rebecca’s hair. “They won’t tell me anything, but Tinsley will be here soon and she will get us some answers.”

“Why would Tinsley come?” I bristle.

Jack turns, glaring at me. “This isn’t the time for your little jealousy act but if you must know she was on the phone with him when he was hit and she’s his emergency contact.” He says harshly. “If I were you I would adjust my attitude real fucking quick. This isn’t the time and it sure as hell isn’t the place.”

“You’re right.” I nod, looking away.

I move a couple seats down to give him his space, while I take a seat, settling in to wait as long as it takes.

“Can I get you anything?” Rebecca asks Jack.

“I just want to hold you.” I hear him murmur.

Chill, Cassi, it will all be okay. When Ryan died, we never made it this far.

The music blasting as we drive down the gravel road. I’m sitting in the middle of the back seat, swaying back and forth. Ryan’s driving and Jared’s in the passenger seat.

“Hey, move over, I want to see if I can hit the sign with the bottle,” he says to Ryan.

Ryan moves over as Jared rolls down his window. Once close enough to the road sign, Jared chucks the empty beer bottle out, hitting the pole and not the sign itself.

“Fuck!” he growls, making Ryan and I laugh.

“I thought you were good at throwing things,” I tease, pushing on the back of his head.

“Fuck off, Cass,” he says, turning and trying to give me a dead leg.

“Hey,” I yell, moving my legs just in time.

“Now, now guys. Knock it off. Keep your hands to yourself,” Ryan says, amused.

“Yeah, Jared. Keep those hands to yourself. Who knows what you’ve touched recently that you shouldn’t.”

“I swear to God, Cass,” he hisses.

“Cass, give him another beer and stop teasing him,” Ryan says, breaking up yet another fight. “Jared, you know she’s just giving you shit.”

I had Jared another beer reluctantly. “I made sure not to open it so you know it’s not tampered with,” I quip.

“How thoughtful.”

I lean back and stare out the window.

“Are you sure you don’t want a beer?” Jared asks Ryan.

“You know the rules, driver doesn’t drink,” Ryan chastises.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jared says. “So you fucked Becca yet?”

“What the fuck?” Ryan hisses.

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