Page 119 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“No,” Ravi interjected. “North quad, behind the press boxes.”
That was a strange location. “You sure?”
Ravi shot me a look. “Am I ever not?”
If anyone knew where cameras couldn’t see us, it would be Ravi. He was sneaky and observant. Personally, I thought their father was an idiot for favoring Slater. Ravi was intelligent and far more dangerous.
It took us ten minutes to walk out of the building and head over to the north quad. None of us said a single word, but I could feel the anticipation in the air. Slater was close to breaking, which was exactly what he did when he stepped behind the press boxes.
He grabbed me and threw me back against the wooden wall hard enough to make it crack.
My ribs were going to be sore tomorrow.
“Tell me what you know.”
I laughed at his demand. “Or what? If you kill me, you won’t find out shit.”
“Don’t fucking play these games with me, Issac.”
I smiled back at him. “Leverage is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?”
“Come on, Slater, calm down,” Ravi tried. “This is no way to get what you want.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ravi. I’m sick of taking his shit,” Slater snarled over his shoulder while he slammed his forearm into my chest, pinning me back against the wall. “You will fucking tell me what I want, Issac, or I will break you in two.”
“Yeah.” I stretched my neck and hissed in his face, “Do it then.”
I wasn’t scared of Slater. He wasn’t even using a fourth of his strength to hold me back. Besides, if I died, I would take his precious information to my grave. Slater could kill me, but I would still win. And he knew it.
Slater’s jaw twitched as he stared at me. He was pissed. I thought he might take a swing or two, but he didn’t. Instead, he dropped his arm and stepped back.
“What do you want?”
Look at that, the jock twin wasn’t stupid after all.
Soothing down my shirt, I pushed off the wall. “I want you to get a girlfriend.”
Neither Slater nor his brother was expecting that. They both arched a brow at me.
“What?” Ravi asked.
To which Slater added, “Why?”
“Because chicks travel in packs,” I explained. “And Georgia only has one friend.”
His rage morphed into confusion. “You want me to keep some chick out of the way? That’s it?”
“That’s it.” I nodded.
Slater’s shoulders relaxed a little. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright.” He shrugged. “That’s easy enough.”
That’s where he was wrong. There was always a catch.
“Who’s the chick?”
