Untouched (Bay Falls High, #1)(52)

“Claire… this isn’t about the car… we know Tinsley didn’t do anything to the car.”

“That’s the point,” I said. “She demanded I pay for the damage. She knows…” I swallowed hard. “She knows I’m poor.”

“That’s harassment,” Claire said. “I’ll call my lawyer right now.”

“Let’s not do that,” Jacobson said.

“Afraid?” Claire asked.

Jacobson stared at her with pissed off eyes.

“Where did the screwdriver come from?” Claire asked.

“It wasn’t mine,” I said.

“You see this, right?” Claire asked. “They know why Tinsley is here. I thought I could count on you, Jacobson. I wanted Tinsley to come here and be able to have some sense of normalcy. But instead you have these rotten brats making it clear about her personal life.”

Jacobson slowly nodded.

He turned and walked to a window.

I looked at Claire.

She winked and smiled.

“Tensions run high,” Jacobson said. “I can appreciate that. I can respect that.” He turned and sighed. “You damaged the wall in the hallway, Tinsley.”

Claire reached into her bag. “I’ll write a check for that.”

“No need,” Jacobson said. “It always comes down to that. Right? Everyone throwing around their money.”

“You’re getting a cut of that money, Jacobson,” Claire said. “So, don’t climb too high on that horse over there.”

“I will not tolerate violence,” Jacobson said. “Verbal. Physical.”

“Or against the walls,” I said.

“Right,” Jacobson said. “Why don’t you take the rest of the today off, Tinsley? Let this situation calm itself.”

“Done,” Claire said. “Tinsley, let’s go.”

I stood up and we got the hell out of there.

The second we touched the hallway, I grabbed Claire’s arm. “How do you know him?”

“Sold him his house,” Claire said. “Annoying bald prick. Thought he could get into my pants too.”

“What?” I asked.

“Yeah. So I met up with him on the first night he was at his new house. There was nothing in the house. He set up a takeout dinner with flowers and all that cheap romantic stuff. He thought he was going to buy a house from me and then I was going to screw him.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Took the food and the wine… left him a bottle of lotion and tissues.”

My jaw dropped.

Claire… badass…

She winked at me. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Can I use the bathroom really quick?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said.

I broke away from Claire thinking about everything she had just said to me. The world of BFH was so far so different than anything I knew. It wasn’t even like anyone tried to hide anything. They just did what they wanted and didn’t give a shit because they all thought money could solve every single problem.

And it seemed that they were right.

I had no idea what Jacobson would have done if Claire hadn’t shown up and been the one taking care of me.

He was right, after all. I did go after Blair with a weapon. I had my reasons though. Which was the same kind of crap I’d see where I used to live. Except it went something like this… the cops would show up, draw their guns, toss dudes around, pull the women aside, all the while one cop would stand with the young kids and babies while shit got sorted out.

There was nothing like that here at BFH.

In a way… dare I admit it… I felt a little like royalty.

I opened the bathroom door and twirled as I entered.

I laughed, my voice echoing around.

“Keep going, girl.”

That voice echoed back at me and I froze.

My hair whipped around into my face and I hurried to move it.

Kip started to rock his hips, smiling at me. “Keep going, girl. I love your moves.”

“I don’t love yours,” I hurried to say.

“I call bullshit on that,” Kip said. “The proof is here…”

He pointed to his lips.

I looked right at Barr, who sat on a sink, smoking a cigarette.

“What’s with you guys and the girls bathroom?” I asked.

“Simple, love,” Barr said. “It’s where the girls hang out.”

“Easy pickings,” Kip said.

“Gross,” I said.

“Not even close,” Kip said.

“So am I easy pickings?” I asked.

“Heard you got popped by Jacobson,” Pres said as he leaned against the back wall.

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m leaving right now. Just came to go pee.”

Kip opened one of the stall doors. “Have at it, girl. We won’t peek. Much.”

He grinned.

Blue eyes. Dimples. Blonde hair. Surfer dude. Good kisser. Jokester.

Heart… swoon…

“I’ll guard the door for her,” Barr said.

He jumped off the sink.

He walked right up to me and looked down at me.