Fallen Crest Public(105)

“Cass. Stop it.”
“What?” She rolled her eyes. “They were.”
She wasn’t my problem, but I bared my teeth. “You really want to start a battle with me knowing that I’m probably going to be Mark’s new stepsister?”
She cursed at me.
“Right back at you, Cass,” I threw over my shoulder as I headed out to the media room.
She yelled back, “Miranda still hates you and Logan. Just wait. Karma’s a bitch, Sam. Looks like you got one dose, but you got more comi—” Mark slammed the door shut on her. She paused and then yelled through the wall, “And screw you, too, Mark.”
I closed my eyes. The slam was right there. It was on the tip of my tongue.
Mark opened the door and smirked at her. “You already did. Three times. Now get out.” The door was shut once again, and he glanced down the hall. “We need to hide. She’s going to be a bitch when she comes out of there.”
As soon as we got into the room Logan used and shut the door, his opened. We could hear her cursing under her breath as she walked past us towards the stairs. The upstairs door slammed again before either of us said a word.
“You slept with Cass?”
He grimaced, raking a hand through his dark hair. It stuck up when his hand fell back down. “I was drunk.” He shrugged. “And she’s hot.”
“Are you going to sleep with her again?”
“If I get the chance.” He flashed me a rakish grin. “I’m a guy and she’s good in bed.”
“I thought you were dating Amelia?”
He snorted. “Hell no. She’s crazy and my mom hates her. She’s dating a college guy anyways.”
“A lot’s changed over there.”
“Yeah.” He shivered and touched his bare chest. “You mind if I grab a shirt? Not that I don’t mind showing off the goods, but it’s cold down here and you’re taken taken.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
He flashed a grin and hurried off. This time I followed and waited in the media room. Dropping onto one of the couches, I sat where I’d been with Mason a week ago. He held me while we watched movies that night. I’d been in so much pain, but he helped. He pushed the pain away. Being with him always pushed the pain away.
“Sam?”
I jerked back to reality. Mark was standing there, one of his athletic shirts on and his jeans zipped up. He sat on the opposite couch and bent over to pull on his socks. “You okay?”
“No.”
He stopped and glanced up.
I wasn’t going to lie about it. “I need your help.”
“With what?”
“I can’t drive and that’s where you come in. I need a driver for the day.”
“Okay.” His shoulders loosened up, and he finished putting his socks on. As he reached for his shoes, he asked, “Where are we going?”
“To find Mason and Logan.”
That made him stop and he sat back up. A blank mask came over him. “Huh?”
“They’re not answering my calls and I’m not going to sit around and wait. So you’re going to help me find them.”
“Sam,” he started as we both stood up.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. You offered to help me before. I’m cashing in on it now. Let’s go.”
I led the way. David and Malinda were at the table, but I veered to the door instead. Mark stopped to talk to them, so I waited at the front entrance. A quiet conversation carried between the two. David didn’t join in. I was listening for him, but when he remained silent I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not. Then Mark came around the corner and tossed his keys in the air. He caught them in a swift hand motion and flashed me a smile. “Where’s the first stop?”