Untouched (Bay Falls High, #1)(33)

She showed Gi.

Gi’s eyes went wide.

Gi looked at me. “Uh… we should get going.”

“Where? Why?” I asked.

Gi studied my face. “Tinsley…”

“Guiliana…”

“Let’s go check this out,” Iris said.

"Check what out?” I asked.

With a wicked smile on her face, Gi threw her elbow into me.

She laughed.

But I didn’t.

I had no clue what was going on.

It wasn’t until we went outside and followed the small gathering to the parking lot did I realize what had happened.

Everyone was standing around a sleek purple car.

A familiar car.

And that’s when I put my hand to my mouth.

“Holy hell, Ti,” Iris said. “Major props to you for this one.”

“How did you even know…” Gi asked, looking at me.

Across the driver’s side of the car, there was a message carved into the pretty purple paint.

sick tits go boom

“Sick tits go boom?” I asked.

“You know, I think we could be friends,” Iris said.

“I don’t get it,” I said to Gi.

“You’re good,” Gi said. “Nobody really talks about Blair’s boob job gone bad anymore.”

“What?”

“Sick tits go boom,” Iris said, laughing. “That’s basically what happened to her.”

“I didn’t do this,” I said, grabbing Gi’s arm. “I don’t even have…”

I lost my breath.

Gi stared at me. “Someone told you about it then. When Blair insisted she get new boobs. But her body turned out to be allergic or something. And the rest of her body puffed up really bad. She got sick and had to get them out.”

I shook my head.

I was no longer listening to Gi.

My mind went to my bag.

The screwdriver.

Pres handed me the screwdriver.

Which meant he…

I turned my head and looked around.

Everyone had their phones out, taking pictures.

I was on my toes trying to see if I could find Pres. Or Barr. Or Kip.

Then I heard a squeal that put my attention back to the messed up car.

It was Blair.

Standing there with her hands balled into fists, stomping on the ground like a bratty kid. Throwing her hair side to side as she screamed.

She looked around the gathering and stopped, her eyes on me.

Pres had gotten back at Blair for what she did to me.

Or maybe he just set me up even more.

Vicky stepped up next to Blair and pointed at me. She put her blood red painted thumb nail to her neck and sliced left to right.

Everyone then looked at me.

Soon the whispering would begin.

The new girl messing with the bad girl’s car.

I could have told Blair I didn’t do it.

Or I could have owned it.

But instead I slowly stepped back to get out of there.

Before Principal Jacobson showed up. Before my bag was searched. Before the screwdriver was found. Before I was blamed.

I was just a guest of Claire’s.

I wasn’t some rich kid who could get out of this kind of trouble.

“Don’t run from it,” Iris called out to me. “Show that bitch who’s boss.”

I threw my bag from my shoulder to my chest and clutched it tight.

Then I got the hell out of there.

I needed to dump the screwdriver.

And then dump any and all thoughts of Pres, Barr, and Kip.





eleven





Claire wasn’t even home when I packed my stuff and left.

I wasn’t sure if I was exactly stealing the SUV or not. Claire had given me the keys and told me to do whatever I wanted with it. It wasn’t like I was going to keep it forever. The plan was to just get out of BFH. Go back to the apartment and come up with a plan. Part of me wondered if I could work for Claire. Do whatever she did. Or at least learn. But that would put me too close to everything in BFH.

There was no way I was going to live in a world of fights, surprises in my locker, made up and forced drama that I wanted nothing to do with.

In a week they’d all forget about me.

I’d be a distant memory.

I knew damn well that Blair would get her car fixed or just get a new car.

Even if she tried to seriously point the finger at me for what was done there was no proof. The screwdriver was in a trashcan on a street corner outside of an ice cream shop. That’s where I dumped it.

Better yet, if BFH had security cameras and they checked the footage, they would see it wasn’t me at all. Even if Pres wore a black mask or something crazy like that, he was like two feet taller than me. And built with solid muscle.

No way that was going to come back to bite me in the butt legally. Now, if I stayed at BFH it would come back in the form of Blair and Vicky wanting revenge.

My head hurt from spinning so much as I drove away.

And my head hurt worse when some asshole crept up behind me and had their high beams burning at me.

I crouched down and growled under my breath.

I slammed on the brakes to get the asshole off me.

The vehicle eased back.