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His face was too close to mine. His body was too close to mine. He had me virtually trapped against the lockers without any escape and, in another second, I was going to do the thing I said I would never do in front of him.
Beg. Except I wasn’t exactly sure what I would be begging him for.
Fortunately, I was saved by a bell ringing announcing the end of the period. Doors opened and students started pouring into the halls. Fitz backed off freeing me from his cage.
“This isn’t over, Bennet.”
I watched his back as he walked away, watched how very subtly everyone moved to give him his space. I was surprised some of the underclassmen didn’t bow.
He was right. This definitely was not over between us.
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7
Fitz
“Afashion show? Seriously?” Heath asked.
We were together in what we referred to as the playroom in my house. It was my dad’s version of a tricked-out game room. PlayStations, huge gaming monitors. Big comfortable leather chairs where my dad and I could playCall of Dutyfor hours. Not to mention the throwbacks like a pool and foosball table. Shuffleboard, too.
There was a bar, where Heath helped himself to one of my dad’s beers.
I shrugged. “It’s one night. Another opportunity to have the student body together in one room, maybe see something suspicious. I don’t know.”
“You’re reaching,” Ed said. “If there is an underground book being run, it’s not going to suddenly pop up at a fashion show.”
“Probably not,” I agreed. However, it did mean one-on-one practice time with Beth.
“You need to get the new kid to do it,” Ed said.
“Who, Locke?” Heath asked. “That guy’s a pompous jerk. I don’t give a fuck if he’s British, someone needs to remove the stick from his ass.”
I looked to Ed. “He really knew your phone code?”
Ed frowned but nodded.
“How?”
“I have no fucking clue. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“You’re sure?”
He didn’t answer which made me think he was lying. But why lie about something like that?
“We need to figure out how he guessed it,” Ed said.
“There’s only one answer. He had to see you key it in at some point,” I decided. “Like Janie said. It’s just a parlor trick. So he’s observant.”
“He’s got no reason to help you,” Heath pointed out. “His sister’s virtue is not at risk, after all.”
I sighed. “Maybe I should just tell my dad.”
He’d put an end to it all. He’d call the principal or threaten to sue. Hell, he might go so far as to pull Gigi out of school. My dad was not subtle when it came to solving problems. He tended to land like a wrecking ball. And even with all that I don’t know that it would do any good.
He might remove Gi from risk, but the betting wouldn’t stop. Beth’s sisters would still be in play.
“You know what he’ll do, if you tell him,” Ed reminded me. He was familiar with my father’s wrecking ball tendencies. He’d burn the school down before letting someone potentially hurt Gigi and, by doing so, would make me public enemy number one.
