So Many Boys (The Naughty List #2)(56)

But instead of me, I saw Jenn, her short dark hair blowing in the breeze. She was a cart ahead on the ride. She was talking with someone. Then she smiled and moved to press her mouth on a guy. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly wasn’t Riley. My word. It was a double cheat!

The screen went blank, and then words appeared, scrolling across the screen.

You’ve just been busted by SOS.

I put my hand over my mouth, surprised. I felt horrified by the tactic, yet relieved that I wasn’t on the tape. Even though the copy-Kitten had definitely thought I’d done something wrong, she hadn’t outed me. I tilted my head, considering that.

“You pig!”

My eyes snapped up in time to see Jenn slap (really hard) Riley high up on his cheek. He stumbled back, holding his face, and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Me? And what the f**k were you doing, Jenn? Was he choking? Were you giving him CPR?”

Chris snorted from next to me but straightened up when I looked sideways at him. Watching this scene was way too intimate, yet I couldn’t turn away.

Jenn’s face twisted, and then she reached up to brush her hair away from her face. “She’s my best friend,” she whispered harshly. “You were screwing my best friend.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Riley shook his head. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh, shit. It’s Tate!” Jordan Prichard (captain of the football team) called, pointing toward the doorway of Chris’s house.

Tate’s eyes widened at the mention of his name, and he raised his chin in greeting. His face softened when he saw Jenn, and he opened his mouth to say something to her. But Riley was off.

In about one point three seconds, he had Tate on the floor, beating on him.

“Stop it!” Jenn screamed, running over to try to pry her boyfriend off of her…other boyfriend.

It was mayhem. People were cheering, both guys and girls, but no one was stopping the fight. Jenn’s mascara had begun running down her face, streaking her like a scorned prom queen, and Tate covered his head as Riley continued to hit him.

“Stop them!” I yelled at Chris, pushing his arm in that direction.

“Let them fight,” he said, sounding completely jock. “They need to get it out.”

My mouth opened in disgust. That was a horrible idea! And I should know. I got hit in the head with a clock last year during a fight!

Well, this just wouldn’t do. I stomped over, grabbing a beer out of Deon Mosely’s hand, and pushed my way toward the three cheaters struggling on the floor. When I got to the front of the wrestlers, I threw the cup of beer at them.

Everyone gasped at once, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the Smitten Kittens run in from the kitchen. Leona laughed, nodding proudly. Izzie covered her mouth, looking terrified, and Kira stood there, a blank expression on her face. She probably didn’t think it was very SK of me to toss alcoholic beverages on people, but I felt justified.

“What the frig?” Jenn yelled at me, her white blouse soaked, showing the lace of her pink bra underneath.

Riley was still sitting on Tate, but he was panting loudly as he stared at his girlfriend, beer dripping from his head. Tate’s eyes were closed, his face covered in microbrew, but his hands were pinned, making it impossible for him to wipe it away.

Then the strangest thing happened. Like—totally and freakishly unexpected. Riley reached out to grab Jenn and pull himself to her. He hugged her tight, tucking her head against his chest as he brushed at her wet hair.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m so sorry.”

I dropped the plastic cup to the floor with a ping and watched them. Watched as Jenn drew back, touching Riley’s face, wiping off the liquid. Tate was still lying on the floor, stunned.

Jenn started to sob. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Riley buried his head against her shoulder as he began to cry, shaking from it. The crowd murmured, then began to dissipate as someone turned the music back on. But I stayed, unsure of what had just happened.

“What the hell?” I heard, and turned to see Kira standing next to me.

“Language,” I said.

“Heck. Now…are they not breaking up? Someone just told me that SOS sent out a video of both of them cheating.”

“Not SOS. Fake SOS.”

“Whatever,” she said, putting her hands on her hips as she studied the couple.

“They must have realized they were still in love,” Leona called, coming to stand on the other side of Kira. “Like seeing the cheating made them want each other back. Not sure. But it sounds sick and twisted.”

“It’s totally understandable!” Izzie said, reaching out to touch my shoulder as she stood next to me. “If I saw Sam cheat, I’d still want him back.”

I swung to face her. “That’s not a good thing,” I said. “That’s not love. And Oprah would not approve.” I sighed. After my time away from the squad, I felt like all of us had lost a little self-esteem. “Iz,” I said. “We’re going to rebuild your inner Kitten. Understand?”

She blinked her round green eyes at me and nodded once to show she understood. I turned back to see Tate slowly getting up. His bottom lip was a little puffed, but otherwise it looked like most of the damage was superficial. He stared after the couple, his face looking contorted, sad.