Broken Hill High (Broken Hill High #1)(27)

“This place is huge,” Brooke says from the front entrance.

“What are you talking about?” I grunt. “You’ve been here before.”

“I know,” she says as she walks deeper into the house. “But that was when there were people everywhere. It looks so much bigger now.”

I roll my eyes at her logic and lead her up the stairs to my room. “Oh my god,” she whisper yells beside me. “Is this where they sleep?”

“Yes,” I laugh pointing out the doors. “That’s Jesse’s room up the hallway and Nate’s right here.”

She jumps away from the door right beside her as if she’s about to get herpes from being too close, though, I wouldn’t be surprised. That room is probably crawling with diseases. “Are they here?” she questions.

I shrug my shoulders as I push into my room. “I don’t know,” I tell her. “Jesse was earlier but I haven’t seen him since lunchtime, and I haven’t seen Nate since the race.”

“Oh,” she says with a grin. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go snooping.”

“No way,” I laugh. “Can you imagine the things he’d do to me if he found out I was in his room?”

“Come on,” she says. “Stop being a chicken shit. Live a little.”

I shake my head. “By all means,” I tell her, indicating towards his door. “Have at it, but I’m staying here.”

She’s gone within the blink of an eye.

I get myself dressed into a tank and shorts as I listen to Brooke roaming around his room. I hear the noises of doors opening and closing before the sounds of drawers sliding forward and back. A few minutes later, Brooke comes storming back in. “Holy shit,” she laughs. “I went into the bad boy’s dungeon and came out unscathed.”

“Congratulations,” I laugh. “You should get that printed on a shirt.”

She rolls her eyes as she notices my dress change. “Why are you getting all dressed up?” she questions.

“I’m not,” I tell her. “It’s a nice day so I thought we could sit out by the pool and get a little sun.”

“Sounds good to me,” she says before peeking through my clothes. “Did you pack your bikini? I wouldn’t mind swimming.”

“Oh yeah,” I say, as I dig it out and then a second for me. I hand it over and a few minutes later, we’re out the door with our bikini’s on underneath.

“So?” I say as we get to the stairs and start making our way down. “Were you going to tell me about your visit to the evil spawn’s sex closet?”

“I thought you didn’t want to know anything about it,” she tells me.

“Nu-uh,” I say, shaking my head. “Just because I didn’t want to go snooping through it, doesn’t mean I don’t want to know all about it.”

“Ok,” she laughs as I lead her to the back door. “Well, for starters, it’s a lot cleaner than I thought it would be. Aren’t teenage guy’s rooms usually really messy?” she asks.

“Um, I don’t know. Maybe?”

She shrugs her shoulders and continues with her recap. “Well, I was expecting used condoms and food to be scattered everywhere, but it’s actually really clean. Don’t get me wrong, there were three boxes of condoms in his side table.” I roll my eyes as she continues. “His closet is super tidy, his bed was made, even his bathroom was clean.”

“Don’t tell me you were snooping through his bathroom,” I groan.

“Hell yeah,” she laughs. “There wasn’t even a single hair that I could steal so I could clone him and make a bad boy of my own.”

I scrunch up my face. “Where the hell do you come up with this shit?” I laugh. She shrugs her shoulders again, but I find myself wanting to know more. “You’re telling me there wasn’t anything interesting in there?”

“Well,” she says. “He had a scrapbook of drawings.”

“Drawings?” I grunt. “What the hell is he drawing?”

“Cars,” she says.

“Cars?” I grunt.

“Will you stop copying me?” she snaps. “But yes, they were drawings of cars.”

My eyebrows pull down in curiosity. “What kind of cars?” I ask.

“I don’t know, like old cars that he made look new. They all had different designs and stuff,” she says as she tries to figure out how to explain it.

We get out by the pool and start peeling off our clothes. “Maybe he wants to get into restoring old cars,” I say as I fall down into the poolside chair and think about how Jesse had told me that he had practically built his car so he could race it.

“Makes sense,” she grunts before launching into her rundown of Maxen’s party. “You know, Josh must have found me at least ten different times looking for you.”

“Ugh,” I groan, not really giving two shits about the Josh stories as I’m far too relaxed with the sun beaming down on my skin. “Jesse told me this morning that he was bragging about getting me drunk and sleeping with me.”

“Really?” she says in distaste. “That would explain why he was so desperate to find you.”