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I lifted my head, letting it rest against the closet wall. I couldn't place that voice.
"Sshhh! I want to just check it out."
I recognized that one: Sunday Barnes.
"Oh!" Sunday groaned. "Think we could get into his accounts?"
"Sunday, for real. We should go." The second voice again.
I still couldn't place her, but she was hesitant, her second statement more fearful than the first.
"Get over it, Mon. It's not our fault Taz let us roam free around here."
Monica? Cross' ex?
I remembered they were both on the cheerleading squad.
"This makes me nervous. Taz thinks we're going to the bathroom. You know Cross would be pissed if he knew we were in here."
"You said you wanted proof. That's what we're doing, looking for proof."
"Yeah, but--"
"But what?" Sunday snapped as Cross' desk chair squealed. "You think he's in love with Monroe."
Me? Fuck. I closed my eyes, an old wariness settling in my chest.
"He didn't say that--"
"But you see how close they are," Sunday countered. "He's in love with her. We all know it. We just have to prove it."
The floor creaked as someone crossed the room. The bed springs protested slightly.
"Look," Monica's voice was quieter. "I don't feel right about this anymore. She's crew. I mean, you have to be badass to just be in one, let alone theirs. I don't know. I don't want to mess with Bren."
"Why not?" I could almost hear the eye roll. Cross' computer booted up. "She messes with you all the time. If they're not together, she should let him date who he wants."
"She's never done anything."
"In front of you. Trust me. I know girls like that. They're all about pulling the strings behind your back."
Monica let out a small laugh. "You're projecting. That's what you do."
"Yeah. Maybe." Sunday agreed.
I heard fingers tapping on the keyboard, followed by "Fuck! It's password-protected even to get on the computer. I tried Bren's name. What else would he use as a password?"
The bed creaked again. "We're not going to find anything. Let's go."
"No way. We're here. Let's try a few more, okay?" More typing. "No. Wolves or Wolf Crew doesn't work. Come on. You've been with him forever. Think of some ideas--"
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" A third voice came from the doorway.
I knew that one, and I sat up straight, waiting for what Taz was going to say.
"Shit!"
The bedroom door banged into the closet behind my head.
