Page 39 of Crew Princess
His friends laughed, the sounds raucous and almost degrading somehow.
Zeke moved forward, the girls with him giving us nasty looks as well. He lifted his head in a nod. “Don’t hesitate to reach out, Monroe. I can loan you my family lawyer. Since you tend to get in trouble with the law.”
“The fuck?”
Now Cross was pissed. “I’m getting real sick of his obsession with Bren,” he said so only the four of us could hear him.
Jordan lowered his head. “Yeah. Me too.”
Race spoke up. “What’s that about a lawyer?”
Jordan shook his head, watching the rest of their group trail past us. “Who the fuck knows. Maybe about her parole or something?”
Cross turned to face me. “You know what he’s talking about?”
I shook my head. “No. I assume he’s focused on me because my brother knows Mason Kade. Maybe? It’s a stretch, but…” I shrugged, studying Zeke again as their group got refreshments from the first truck. “I have nothing to do with them. He’ll figure it out, and that’ll be it.”
I hoped.
Cross grunted. “I doubt it. The guy wants in your pants.”
I swung my head back to him. “You think?” That didn’t seem right.
“I know so.” He tapped my arm. “I recognize the look.” He touched my chin. “It’s the same look Harrison has.”
It took a second. “No way!” I started laughing.
“Yeah, way.” He stepped back, his hand lowering to his side. “Watch yourself with Harrison.”
He knew I was already on high alert regarding Zeke.
I didn’t agree with Cross, but I still nodded. He saw things I didn’t sometimes. “Yeah, okay.”
“I agree with Cross,” Race added.
“Not you too.” I groaned.
“Take it from someone who was interested at the beginning of school.” He spoke quietly, and I knew it was so Taz didn’t hear. “I see it in Harrison too, and the guy is smart, but he’s not girl-savvy. A crush can develop into something more serious—depends on how scared he is of Cross.”
Cross grinned. “The Yale fucker should be wetting his pants.”
Race laughed. “Yeah. I know. I was too.” He was lying...kind of.
I rolled my eyes, breaking from the group. “We gotta go find Zellman. Buddy system and all.”
“Hold up.” Cross grabbed the back of my pants. “Jordan, we’ll watch Z tonight. Find us later?”
“Yeah.” Jordan raised a hand in acknowledgment before folding over and nuzzling into Tabatha. Her hand slid around his neck. They would remain like that the rest of the night if they didn’t slip away for some privacy later on.
“Wait.” Race and Taz were coming after us. He tossed his arm around her shoulder too. “We’ll come with you guys.”
“Safety in numbers?” I teased.
Taz flashed me a smile. “More like I want to hang with my real friends tonight.”
Sounded like a plan. I could do with some Taz time myself.
Two hours and three beers later, I was sober.
