violence and hijinks department.
“And he’s not a Mc anything, he’s Greek.” I looked down both sides of the street. Not many people around and no one I knew to ask for a lift.
“Well whatever he is, I wouldn’t mind having one of those with a side of Chance for breakfast. Except, you know, my age,” she said. “How did you get so lucky anyway?”
“It’s a small town.” I fumbled through my pocket for my phone.
“I mean, I think you’re super pretty in a Maybelline ad sorta way, but still, two scrumpalicious boys at the same time?”
Found the phone. “What? No. I’m not dating either of them.” No signal. Damn.
The scent of rain was in the air and as cold as it was, it would probably freeze on its way down. That would not feel good on the skin.
Ivy continued to babble. “They both want to date you, I can tell. You should play the field, live a little. Make them jealous. You know when I was in the eighth grade, Heather Hutchinson—have you ever noticed all Heathers are blonde? Anyway Heather liked Bobby and—”
“Stop! Why the sudden interest in my love life?” That’s when I noticed she was rooting around in her backpack.
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Ivy shuffled her feet.
“Hand it over.”
“Fine.” She passed the backpack over to me and I looked inside. Something was glowing.
“What is that?” I asked.
The door to the club opened then and Leo said, “Do you two need a ride?” Just as a wide vein of light divided the sky followed by a thunderous jolt.
“Sure!” Ivy said and winked at me.
“No,” I said.
“Come on, you’ll catch pneumonia out here,” Leo said. “Car’s right across the street.”
Ivy bounced over to it and said, “Do you know where Chance lives?”
Leo looked at me like I just stole his lunch money, but I didn’t worry about that on the ride home. If he could let Monique slobber all over him then I could sleep with (or near) anyone I wanted to.
I did, however, worry about what was in Ivy’s bag that glowed.
TWENTY-SIX
“I would have picked you up.” Chance looked over my shoulder at Leo’s car.
I gave him a look that left no room for further discussion on my choice of transportation.
Ivy stretched and yawned. “I’m sleepy. Time for me to hit the sheets.”
“Why don’t I tuck you in?” I followed the little red fireball.
Ivy backed away slowly. “Nah, I’m a wee bit too old for that, sis.” She grabbed the backpack and made it just toward the first step that led to the basement. Chance was watching, a bemused smirk on his face.
I stepped forward. “I think maybe I should stay downstairs with you. First night in a new place and all. You might have bad dreams.” It was a warning and the flicker in her eyes told me she knew it.
Ivy tried to rush off but I called Thor who was a better linebacker than anyone on the Bears. He bounded up the stairs, puffed up his shoulders and anchored his rear onto the landing. He grumbled something of an apology to Ivy then trained his gaze on me.
Chance said, “I’m going to bed. You two have fun.” He walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek that sent a surprising sizzle down my neck.
Chance disappeared upstairs and Ivy turned to glare at Thor. “I gave you my Cheetos. I thought we were pals.”
Thor whinnied and shrugged, but didn’t take his eyes from me.
“Downstairs,” I ordered both of them.
Thor yawned and stretched, then ambled down the stairs and crawled on top of Ivy’s bed. He circled three times and plopped down, his huge head nestled in a pillow, watching us.
Ivy flipped the light on and tossed her bag on the bed. “Go ahead and search,” she said.
That was too easy. What was she up to? I felt uncomfortable searching her things. If it were me, I would want the opportunity to explain.
“Why don’t you just tell me what it is you don’t want me to see?”
“Promise not to get mad?”
“Nope.”
She rolled
“And he’s not a Mc anything, he’s Greek.” I looked down both sides of the street. Not many people around and no one I knew to ask for a lift.
“Well whatever he is, I wouldn’t mind having one of those with a side of Chance for breakfast. Except, you know, my age,” she said. “How did you get so lucky anyway?”
“It’s a small town.” I fumbled through my pocket for my phone.
“I mean, I think you’re super pretty in a Maybelline ad sorta way, but still, two scrumpalicious boys at the same time?”
Found the phone. “What? No. I’m not dating either of them.” No signal. Damn.
The scent of rain was in the air and as cold as it was, it would probably freeze on its way down. That would not feel good on the skin.
Ivy continued to babble. “They both want to date you, I can tell. You should play the field, live a little. Make them jealous. You know when I was in the eighth grade, Heather Hutchinson—have you ever noticed all Heathers are blonde? Anyway Heather liked Bobby and—”
“Stop! Why the sudden interest in my love life?” That’s when I noticed she was rooting around in her backpack.
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Ivy shuffled her feet.
“Hand it over.”
“Fine.” She passed the backpack over to me and I looked inside. Something was glowing.
“What is that?” I asked.
The door to the club opened then and Leo said, “Do you two need a ride?” Just as a wide vein of light divided the sky followed by a thunderous jolt.
“Sure!” Ivy said and winked at me.
“No,” I said.
“Come on, you’ll catch pneumonia out here,” Leo said. “Car’s right across the street.”
Ivy bounced over to it and said, “Do you know where Chance lives?”
Leo looked at me like I just stole his lunch money, but I didn’t worry about that on the ride home. If he could let Monique slobber all over him then I could sleep with (or near) anyone I wanted to.
I did, however, worry about what was in Ivy’s bag that glowed.
TWENTY-SIX
“I would have picked you up.” Chance looked over my shoulder at Leo’s car.
I gave him a look that left no room for further discussion on my choice of transportation.
Ivy stretched and yawned. “I’m sleepy. Time for me to hit the sheets.”
“Why don’t I tuck you in?” I followed the little red fireball.
Ivy backed away slowly. “Nah, I’m a wee bit too old for that, sis.” She grabbed the backpack and made it just toward the first step that led to the basement. Chance was watching, a bemused smirk on his face.
I stepped forward. “I think maybe I should stay downstairs with you. First night in a new place and all. You might have bad dreams.” It was a warning and the flicker in her eyes told me she knew it.
Ivy tried to rush off but I called Thor who was a better linebacker than anyone on the Bears. He bounded up the stairs, puffed up his shoulders and anchored his rear onto the landing. He grumbled something of an apology to Ivy then trained his gaze on me.
Chance said, “I’m going to bed. You two have fun.” He walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek that sent a surprising sizzle down my neck.
Chance disappeared upstairs and Ivy turned to glare at Thor. “I gave you my Cheetos. I thought we were pals.”
Thor whinnied and shrugged, but didn’t take his eyes from me.
“Downstairs,” I ordered both of them.
Thor yawned and stretched, then ambled down the stairs and crawled on top of Ivy’s bed. He circled three times and plopped down, his huge head nestled in a pillow, watching us.
Ivy flipped the light on and tossed her bag on the bed. “Go ahead and search,” she said.
That was too easy. What was she up to? I felt uncomfortable searching her things. If it were me, I would want the opportunity to explain.
“Why don’t you just tell me what it is you don’t want me to see?”
“Promise not to get mad?”
“Nope.”
She rolled
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