Page 57 of Sinister Legacy
“I can’t believe your mom thinks it’s a good idea for you to stay at Liam’s.”
The bitterness in her tone has me looking away from Liam on the field. “What do you mean?”
“You should stay with me.”
She offers me a torn-open packet of Sour Punch, and I slide one out. Needless to say, it’s sour as hell. I don’t get how she can enjoy this stuff. It hurts my teeth and makes me scrunch up my nose.
The crowd around us erupts in cheers as Liam scores, and we stand up with them. Cassie cups her mouth and hollers while stomping her feet, but I can’t shake the feeling of being watched. My eyes scan the immediate crowd but come up empty.
Even so, it’s claustrophobic to be surrounded by so many people.
“Lighten up,” Cassie tells me, nudging my shoulder with hers. “The killer isn’t going to murder you in a crowd of thousands of people.”
Her words are insensitive, considering two students and the principal are dead, but Cassie has always been someone who doesn’t think before she speaks. Sometimes, her mouth moves before her brain has caught up. And sometimes, she notices.
But not today.
Her eyes stay glued on the football field, where Miles and Liam chest bump. The masculinity on show has me rolling my eyes.
Reaching for another Sour Punch, I fish my phone out of my pocket and angle the screen away from Cassie.
Madison: I found this jacket online and it made me think of you. It has Keira written all over it.
I follow the link, smiling to myself when an image of a puffer coat designed to look like a denim jacket pops up on the screen.
Keira: If you had it your way, everyone would wear puffer jackets.
Madison: Admit it, it’s perfect. You get to continue your love affair with denim while also staying warm. It’s a win/win for everyone.
“Are you talking to Madison?” Cassie asks, her voice thick with distaste.
“I don’t get why you dislike her so much.”
“She’s an entitled bitch.”
Chuckling, I take another bite of the piece of candy in my hand. It’s still just as sour. “I think you’re a little hard on her.”
“You just like her because she’squirky.”
“Or maybe I like her because she makes an effort? Friends are hard to come by when you’re Jimmy Hill’s daughter.”
“You’re dating the quarterback,” Cassie points out, staring at the football field. “You’re popular by default.”
“Popularity doesn’t equal friends. Besides, Liam is only with me for my notoriety.”
“I thought you didn’t want friends?”
“I don’t wantfalsefriends.”
The crowd erupts in cheers again, and I reluctantly rise to my feet. I’m frozen to the bone by now, my lips turning blue.
“You don’t want false friends, but you’ll date a boy that you claim is only with you because of your family history.”
“You’re very judgy today.”
We sit back down.
“You’re contradicting yourself.”
