Page 100 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

“Is that all you care about?” I laugh.

“No, the size of their—”

“Claire!” I squeal.

Riley snorts. “I suppose that’s an important factor.”

“Our girl wouldn’t know,” Claire confides, leaning across the table toward Riley. “She’s never had sex.”

Riley shrugs. “That’s not a bad thing.”

“It is if the guy you want is the hottest piece of ass in school…” Claire raises her eyebrows. “Isn’t that right, Margo?”

I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”

“Just that… you know, I’d expect to be his girlfriend, he’d be quite demanding in bed and all. And I know you aren’t really comfortable…” Claire pops a piece of gum in her mouth.

“We should go.” Riley flashes me the time on her phone.

“Ah, shoot.” We both stand, and Claire rises a beat later. “It was good to see you, Claire.” I shake off the last bit of our conversation. “They mentioned I would be ungrounded soon. Hopefully that means we can get together on a weekend with Hanna.”

Claire grimaces. “My weekends are pretty packed. But Hanna would love to meet up! I’m sure you two can arrange something.” She darts around the table and wraps her arms around my waist. “Good to see you, sis.”

Riley and I walk back to the car, and she elbows me.

She says, “You didn’t tell her about any of the bad stuff.”

I shrug. “Why worry her?”

“The girl didn’t seem worried about you.”

“Because I didn’t tell her that Caleb was an epic bully and got everyone to call me Sheep…” I roll my eyes. “Some stuff is better left unsaid.”

“Sure.”

We park and hurry back to the side door that we had left propped open, slipping back into the women’s locker room. It was a weird way out, I’ll admit. But it’s one of the only doors that isn’t monitored, since the gym classes usually go in and out through the gymnasium entrance.

I grab our bags from my gym locker and pass Riley’s back to her. We walk out, and I grind to a halt when I register who’s waiting for us.

Caleb.

“Skipping class, love?” He pouts. It’s dangerous. “Without me?”

Riley edges around us, shooting me an apologetic look. “Talk to you later.”

Leaving me alone with the devil.

“I had somewhere to be.” I dig my pass out of my pocket. “It’s fine anyway.”

“Ooh, a pass. Riley’s librarian cousin, no doubt.”

I blink at him. He appears relaxed, but I feel the tension between us.

He’s pissed, but he’s hiding it well.

“How do you know Amy is her—”

“Cousin?” He lifts one shoulder. “It’s no secret.”

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