A Whole New Crowd (A Whole New Crowd #1)(4)

Tray leaned forward, propping his muscled arms on the table, teasing me with a view of a tattoo peeking out from underneath his polo sleeve. “Mandy says that you’re good at stealing stuff. She said you’re good at breaking into places too.”
“No.” I paled. That was even worse.
“Taryn, come on, you’re like a legend. Mom and Dad had to attend meetings about this stuff just to prepare the family for you.”
The way she said it felt like a dagger stabbing me in the heart. “Sorry that your family had to learn how to thief-proof their home before their new defected adoptee moved in.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I really didn’t. Taryn—”
I wasn’t listening. I left and ignored how everyone’s heads turned to follow me as I went out the cafeteria door. Once in the hallway, I headed for the parking lot. I didn’t think, I just went. It wasn’t until I was in my car with the keys in the ignition that I stopped myself. What was I doing? I couldn’t skip school. That was the old Taryn. I had to be the new Taryn. A wave of longing came over me. I missed Brian. He would’ve understood from the way I walked that I needed to get away, but he wasn’t there anymore.
The passenger door opened and my heart stopped. Brian?—no—Tray. He smirked at me. “Going somewhere?”
“Get out.”
He laughed, getting in. “All I did was sit down at your table and ask you a question. I’m wracking my brain, trying to figure out what I’ve done to piss you off, but I can’t think of another time that we’ve even talked. Did I hit on you at some party and act like an *?” He grinned. “If so, I apologize right now. It was probably because you’re hot and I was drunk.”
He sounded all nice now, but it was an act. Every alarm was going off inside of me. He was not this innocent guy. As I stared at him, I found myself checking him out. He really was gorgeous, with eyelashes that girls would kill for and full plump lips. His shirt had moved higher and I saw the tattoo again.
I had a thing for tattoos, and the sight of his tribal one had me squirming. It’d been a while since I had been with Brian. Shit. Brian. Tray Evans was the rich and blessed version of my ex-boyfriend. The difference was that the Brian Lansers of the world never got away with anything. They got in trouble just because they existed. The Tray Evans of the world pulled the same shit and were worshiped.
Dangerous. He was just dangerous in every way.
“Like what you see.”
I laughed softly. It hadn’t been a question. “You got the package. We both know that, but I doubt you have the quality.”
“You think so?”
“I’ve dealt with boys like you. You’re all the same.”
“Boys?” He flashed me a grin. “I’m all man. There’s no part of me that’s a boy anymore.” He leaned forward so his face was close to mine. He came in slow and his breath teased my skin. Then he tilted his head to the side and his cheek grazed against mine.
I held firm. I had to. He was testing me, seeing if I would flinch or melt. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t give him any reaction because if I did, he’d win. I would be the weaker one. Heat spread through my body and I gritted my teeth. My body was betraying me. No one had gotten that kind of reaction from me, not even Brian when we first kissed, and that knowledge made me hate this guy.
I smirked at him, he was so close to me. “Good for you.”
His eyes were laughing and the hazel color darkened to an amber color.
“But I’m not interested.”
A low chuckle slipped from him, and he moved back. “Listen, business only, okay?” He paused, an eyebrow lifted. “Next week is homecoming and we play the Panthers from Pedlam. They stole our game book last year, and we got screwed. We lost the game, and we lost going to the championships because of it. Some of my friends didn’t get football scholarships.”
“You want me to steal their game book?”
“Mandy says you used to do this stuff. I respect that you don’t want to do it anymore, but we know that they’ve already been sniffing around campus. We caught a few of ‘em Friday night. They were trying to take our state championship flag from two years ago.”
“You don’t even play football. Why do you care?”
“Because this is my school. Those guys are my friends, and I take care of what’s mine.”
I frowned. “I know people from Pedlam.”
“You went to school there?”
“More than any others. I don’t know if I want to help you screw with a school that I used to consider mine.”
Tray sighed, rolling his eyes. “You’re Mandy’s sister. This is your school now, Taryn.”
That was the first time I’d heard him say my name, and I hated hearing it from him. I hated him. A whole host of emotions were unlocked. Memories seared through me and Brian’s voice, saying my name, was on repeat inside of my head.
I wanted it gone. I wanted him gone. “I’m not helping you.”
Tray Evans was in my car, but memories of Brian were overwhelming me. I didn’t want to remember him.
“What?”
“Get out.” My voice was rougher than it needed to be. I couldn’t help it.
“Fine.” He got out and shut the door. As he walked away, I tried to calm the storm he had unknowingly unleashed.
I missed him. I missed both of them.
*

I let myself inside the mansion, dropping my keys in the bowl beside the coat-rack. The place was just massive. I already knew no one was home. My parents—it was hard to think of them as parents; I had to keep reminding myself not to call them Shelly and Kevin in my mind—were gone to a medical conference. It wasn’t long until I learned that Kevin was rarely home. He was either on-call at the hospital or he was moon-lighting at a different hospital. When he wasn’t, he took Shelly with him for weekend conferences. When they both left, it was Mandy, Austin, and myself. A neighbor came over to check on us in the evenings. There’d been a few times when the neighbor slept over, but she always watched television in her room so we had the house to ourselves most of the time.