Devious Minds (16 page)

My heart sank so low I was sure it slipped out of me and landed on the sticky hardwood floor.

What have I done?

“Which room?” I said coolly, looking past them at Peters. I couldn’t interpret the expression on his face as he glanced between two-thirds of the Shrieking T’s and myself.

“This party’s invite only,” Tiffany answered, pointing to the front door. “You need to leave.”

“I invited her.” Peters’s cool voice interrupted my racing heart. “Sanwicha is on the guest list.” He reached between them and grabbed my hand.

“
W
hat are you doing?” Sydney yelled as I pulled her down the crowded hallway.

I began opening every door on our way down, looking for Jack. “You said you were looking for Jack, Sydney. So let’s look for Jack. You want to interrupt his good time, so let’s make this thing official and embarrass him,” I growled out just as her hand slipped through my grip.

“Stop!” she yelled and leaned back against the hallway wall. “Just stop, Peters. I just need to find Jack. He’s not answering my calls. I know he’s somewhere with Theresa.” Sydney closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ll be out of here in ten minutes. Just let me look around. Then you can go back to hating me and wishing I’d die from a compact disc laceration.”

Fuck me.

When I saw Sydney leaning against my living room wall, a million emotions ripped through my body. She was annoying. She was manipulative. She was my enemy. But she was
my
enemy. When the Shrieking T’s began to circle her like vultures, I had to intervene.

Unshed tears appeared at the corners of her eyes, and I instinctively laid a forearm next to her head and cupped the side of her face. “Don’t cry… just don’t.”

“I’m not.”

I brushed my thumb under her eyes, wiping away the evidence, but she didn’t flinch. She let me smooth her hair from her forehead, and I felt her soften under my touch. “I could never hate you, Sydney. We fight. That’s what we do. I make empty threats from the back of the bus after waking up with glitter in my eye and a thong on my head.”

Eyes still closed, she smiled just slightly. Just enough to give me hope.

“I know you talked to Coach. You got me out of punishment because you fessed up, and thank you for the money. I’m not rich, and my parents do work hard… This is how we play, Sydney. It’s Porter and Peters at one another’s throats.” I stroked my thumb from her face to throat, and she exhaled, slightly parting her lips. They looked soft and smooth and dewy. I desperately wanted to pull them into mine and taste her.

“I could never hate you, Sydney,” I repeated myself, now entranced.

“Trust me. If you don’t hate me now, you’re going to hate me soon enough,” she whispered, her chest heaving into mine on each breath. “I’m a terrible person, and it’s all coming to a head tomorrow.” She looked up at me with her big, brown Bambi eyes. “Jack loves Allison. They’re supposed to be each other’s firsts. Not Theresa.
Allison
.”

I knew Sydney had a soft side. She was all spikes and acid on the outside, but inside she was vulnerable. If it took every last fiber of my being, I’d break down that guarded heart, swinging elbows just to get in. “Let’s find him, then… together. I like a happy ending as much as the next guy.”

She laughed softly. “I bet you do, Peters.”

I winked and grabbed her hand, pulling her down the hallway.

I have a lock on my door, so you’d have to be a magician to gain access. Chance was in his room, making out with some redhead. “Get the fuck out!” he screamed, tossing a video game cartridge at my head. Fernando’s room was clear. No one was stupid enough to mess around in there.

When we couldn’t find them in the den or the kitchen or the living room, I knew there was one place left—the garage.

“It’s freezing in here,” Sydney said, squeezing my hand tightly. “I guess they left the house.”

When she dropped my hand, I felt like I was missing a limb. Like an important piece of me had just vanished, and I formed a fist, holding on to her warmth. Sydney walked around the garage in a daze and stopped by the Porsche. “Suddenly, I have hankering for tacos,” she said quietly, running her hand along the open roof edge.

“Yeah. Still working on the smell.” I grabbed two beers from the garage fridge. “Beer?” I asked, already tossing it at her head.

With ninja reflexes, Sydney grabbed the can midair, popped open the top, and perched against the hood. I stayed on the other side of the car, admiring the curve of her back. When I noticed her legs quivering against the cool metal, I removed my fleece, throwing it at her from behind.

She snatched it as it slid past, folded it, and laid it next to her. “You don’t want me to wear this, Peters.” She smoothed the fabric with her hand. “I’m serious. My life is over tomorrow. Sydney Porter will be banished from campus. A mob of angry villagers will have stormed my dorm room with torches in their hands, chanting, ‘Hand over the witch.’

“And Allison.” She paused, drawing in a deep breath. “Allison will gladly open the door and point to me huddled in the corner. She’ll say, ‘Try not to splatter blood on my prom corsages, will you?’”

“Now don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?” Rounding the Porsche, I unfolded the fleece and spread it over her. “Even for you?” I tucked the sides under her legs to keep her warm.

“No.” She shook her head and lifted her beer to her lips. “Because no matter what happens, I’m the one who loses. There are no winners in this game, Peters.” She took a sip and slowly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

The spark was gone from her eyes. Shit, I’d done this to Sydney. I’d taken this vibrant girl and crushed her until she could hardly recognize herself. Until she compromised her beliefs so much she’d be willing to pimp out her own brother for his sake and hers. I’d pushed her too far.

The glow of the streetlights seeped through the small garage door windows and dappled across her worried eyes. Her skin was pricked with a million goose bumps, and I just wanted to hold her. Instead, I rubbed my hands together and slid my warm palms over her biceps. “Who said you can’t win, Sydney?”

“What do you mean?” She stretched out her forearms, letting my hands slide down to her wrists. When I lingered over her piano tattoo, she locked eyes with me. “What are you doing, Peters?”

I shook my head because, really, I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was Sydney was in pain. Pain I caused. I wanted her to curl up in my arms so I could tell her everything would be all right. No one would ever know her secret. I would have never let it get that far.

I held on to her hand as I pulled out my phone and sent Jack a text.

“Send Allison a message that Jack is in the garage,” I said. Then I circled an arm around her waist and slid her down the hood until she sank against my shoulder. Nudging aside her spice-filled hair with my nose, I brushed my lips across her ear. “I’ll do this favor for you, but you have to do me a favor.”

“Where do you get off, Peters?” she whispered, leaving a line of hot moisture across my jawline. “A favor? I can only guess what you want.”

“I don’t want sex,” I whispered, but my body was throbbing. I wanted to lay her across this hood and explore every last inch of her. “I want to put our past behind us. I want to be your friend.”

“You won’t want to be my friend tomorrow.” She turned her head until our faces swept past each other’s. “Trust me.”

“Then be my friend just for tonight.” Unable to stop myself, I leaned in, rolling my forehead against hers. When our skin made contact, Sydney skimmed my mouth with those corpulent pink lips. In complete and perfect silence, we inhaled the same air, dousing one another with scorched breaths, which were growing more urgent by the millisecond.

I slowly raised a hand to her chin, stroking a thumb across her bottom lip. She was beautiful. She had no idea the power she had over a man, and it made me want her even more. Under my touch, Sydney closed her eyes and relaxed her lips until the tip of my finger was moist.

“Friends don’t touch like this, Peters.”

“Maybe they should.” I pulled her toward me, and she parted her lips. I traced her mouth with mine, ready to take her just as the main door to the garage swung open.

I panicked.

Yanking Sydney off the hood, I watched as she landed in a thump against the concrete floor. Then I dropped down beside her.

“What the hell?” she whispered, rubbing the back of her skull.

“Gray?” Jack’s voice came from the doorway. “Gray?”

Before Sydney could mutter another word, the clicking of heels came from Jack’s direction.

“There you are, Jack!” Allison’s honeyed voice shot through the garage. “I’ve been looking all over for you. I thought… I thought you’d be with Theresa Denton.”

I motioned for Sydney to crawl behind the stacked rocket dog boxes. She turned on her knees, and I followed, staring right into her beautiful ass—the ass of my comrade. Behind the protection of a bratwurst wall, we both sat cross-legged, facing one another, and listened.

“I was in the house. I just spent thirty minutes in the bathroom, washing my shirt. It’s my favorite, so I whipped up an old concoction my grandmother told me about. Works like a charm.” Jack let out a nervous chuckle.

“But I did see Theresa. She’s acting weird tonight. I think she lost a contact lens because she asked for my help in Fernando’s bedroom, and then she dropped down on her hands and knees. So I did too, but I couldn’t find anything on the floor. When I looked up, she was super angry and dumped her drink all over me, yelling something about how I could have a sandwich if I wanted.”

Sydney and I grabbed each other’s forearms and stifled our laughter.

God, she was brilliant. Her cheeks always formed perfect round circles when she smiled. Those eyes, they’d haunt any man’s dreams, and sometimes their nightmares, depending on the situation.

“What was that?” Allison’s voice shot out from behind the boxes, and we both tightened our mouths.

“Probably rats,” Jack responded, and I raised my nose, twitching it around to make Sydney laugh. She did, covering her mouth. I couldn’t help it. Sydney had so much personality that every time I made her laugh or smile, I felt like I’d won an Oscar. Screw the Heisman.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight. I mean, I would have invited you myself, but I thought Katharine was dead set against pledges being here. Do you want to go back inside?”

Allison let out a long sigh. “She is, and I do want to go inside, but Katharine will punch me in the uterus if I do. She’s threatened all off us with uterus jabs so we can’t make Kappa babies to pledge in twenty years.”

Sydney’s eyes grew wide and she made a fist, slamming it into the palm of her other hand. “I’ve got a sterilization trick for Katharine, but it doesn’t involve a blow to the uterus,” she whispered, and I covered her mouth with my hand.

She stuck out her tongue and licked my palm. I chuckled and lowered it in her lap—too close to her nether region—so I quickly started to drag it away. But before I could, Sydney grabbed it back, holding it tightly, and inched forward until our knees touched.

We were now face to face in my freezing garage, hidden behind the dark shadows offered by thirteen hundred rocket dogs (Fernando already ate a box), and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

“Well, we can sit in Gray’s car,” Jack said, opening the door and slamming it shut. “Gray lets me drive it all the time. You know, we’re cool like that.”

Annoyed, I scrunched up my face, and Sydney squeezed my hand, still wearing a huge smile.

“Here, Ally, you’re cold. Please take my jacket. I really think you should eat more carbohydrates. You’re so thin and beautiful, but it’s good to have some extra weight in the winter.”

Sydney threw her head back and shook it in a silent laugh. When she lowered it back down, a tear escaped her eye, and I brushed it off with the back of my hand.