Page 15 of The Revenge You Seek
"So what do you say, Letty? You in?"
"Uh…"
All three of them are staring at me but I have zero clue as to what they're talking about.
"Party Friday night. You in?"
Dread sits heavy in my stomach at the mention of a party. I should say no. I should make an excuse about the amount of work I have to do and hide in my room.
But as I look between them and the hope in their eyes, I realize that I can't be that scared little girl anymore. I'm here and it seems like I might have already landed some incredible friends. I need to embrace it.
"It's a football party at the Dunn's place," Ella adds. "They'll probably invite you anyway."
"Oh, um…" The thought of Luca and Leon being there makes me feel better and I quickly find myself agreeing.
"Sweet. We'll get ready here, head over fashionably late, hopefully, catch some eyes." Ella wiggles her brows.
"Girl, the twins don’t want you," Micah spits, sounding totally exasperated by her.
"I wasn't talking about them. I'll take any athlete. I'm not choosy."
"We know. We have to listen to you, remember."
"Aw, Micey." She pouts while his face hardens at the awful nickname. "You're just jealous because you haven’t gotten laid in…" She starts counting on her fingers as if she has actually worked it out.
"Fuck off, El." He pushes his thick-rimmed glasses up his nose and stands with his empty plate in hand. He turns his dark eyes on me. "Sorry, Let. I hope you have a good day."
He damn near throws his plate in the sink, drills a hate stare at Ella and storms from the room.
Interesting.
"Girl, do you have to push his buttons?" Violet snaps at Ella who just shrugs innocently.
"Not my problem that he can't get over his ex."
"He's over her and you know it. Cheating bitch doesn't deserve any more of his thoughts."
"Amen to that. Chloe was a bitch with a capital b."
"You finished?" Violet asks me, glancing at my empty plate.
"Yes. Thank you, it was delicious. Feeling the pressure for tomorrow."
"It's not a test, Let. Just make sure there's something to eat and we're all good. Ah, here come the boys. Get that pan on the go, Vi."
The booming sounds of West and Brax's voice filter down to us a few seconds before they come bounding through the door.
They're both freshly showered by looking at their hair. They throw their duffels in the direction of their bedrooms and simultaneously pull out a chair each and sit down.
"Where’s the food, Vi? Two starving athletes here."
"You're back early," Ella mutters. "You might even get to class on time today."
"Session was cut short. New guy turned up and caused havoc." West waves it off as nothing as the sizzling of bacon fills the room once more.
"I'm just gonna get sorted," I say, pointing to my room and then quickly head that way to gather my books ready for class.
I'm not really interested in the football drama. I did my best to stay away from it all in high school—which was easier said than done when my best friend was the freaking captain and best quarterback in the state.
