“It’s in the GPS already.” Finley points at the screen on the dash.
Ten minutes later, Morgan’s driving right by our target.
“That’s a huge house. You going to TP the whole thing?” Morgan slows as she passes, stopping at the end of the street.
“As much as we can without getting caught,” I reply, checking my bag for the fifth time.
“I see. What’s the plan then?”
Rubbing my hands over my face, I glance out the side window. “Fuck. I don’t like this.”
“What if, down there on the corner, you guys jump out? Then I’ll drive down a couple blocks and make a loop so you guys can jump in while I’m still moving? I’ll drive slow and plan to be coming back by in about five minutes?”
“Make it fifteen minutes,” I grumble.
“Works for me,” Finley chirps.
“Let’s just get this over with,” I say on a sigh, meeting her eyes in the mirror before grabbing my bag and looping it over my shoulder.
Morgan comes to a stop at the corner and turns towards me. “Good luck!”
As we both jump out of the car, Morgan continues her slow descent down the street. Thank fucking God we brought the Bentley. At least she won’t look like she’s casing the neighborhood.
“Come on, man.” Finley runs towards the house.
“This was all you, Fin. What’s your plan?”
He smirks. “I’ll get the back; you get the front.”
He turns to head off, but I grab his sweater. “You’re going to have to scale a fucking fence. That’s not part of the plan.”
He shrugs. “I got this, man. You go do you.”
Shaking my head, I watch as he heads off. He’s been doing a lot of riskier things recently. He’s starting to worry me.
I set to doing my part out front and let out a sigh of relief when Finley runs towards me. Almost fifteen minutes later on the dot, we both dive into the back seat as Morgan drives by.
“Looks good for a two-man job,” she tells us as she takes a picture out the driver's side window with her phone.
“Thanks,” we say in unison.
“Whose house is it anyways?”
“Principal Harris’s house.” Finley admits.
“You just TP’d the principal’s house?” Morgan screeches while stepping on the gas to get us out of there.
“It’s not a big deal.” Finley leans forward between the seats and turns up the radio.
Morgan’s angry eyes meet mine in the mirror.
I shrug and mouth to her, “I didn’t ask you to come.”
She shakes her head and drives us back to my house.
✽✽✽
Morgan
“So, how are things going with Keaton?” Tinsley sips her drink as if she hasn’t been dying to ask me this all night.
“Fine.” I stir my drink before turning back to the group. “I told you, we’re just friends.”
“And I told you I don’t believe it.” She sighs. “You know he watches you when you aren’t looking.”
I resist the urge to look in his direction. The guys have sequestered themselves by the dock overlooking the lake, leaving us girls by the fire.
“I think you’re seeing things you want to be there but aren’t.” I lead us back to the girls as she mumbles something under her breath. Reclaiming my seat, I jump into a conversation with Sage, Poppy, and some girl I don’t know.
Once there’s a lull in their conversation, Tinsley speaks up. “Why don’t we play a game?”
Sage groans loudly. I give her a questioning look as Tinsley innocently asks, “What?”
“What nothing. Last time I got wasted and ended up sleeping on the patio with your brother,” Sage grumbles.
“Look at how well that turned out. Come on, it will be fun.” Mischief flashes in Tinsley’s eyes.
“It sounds like fun.” Poppy smiles.
Tinsley gives me a challenging look.
I shrug. “I’m down.”
“Famous last words,” Sage mumbles before settling back in her chair.
“What should we play?” Poppy asks.
“Truth or Dare.” Tinsley’s eyes twinkle.
A chorus of “yeah” rings out. Before I know it, I find myself knee deep into a riveting game of Truth or Dare. After a round of dipping our feet in the water with tame dares, things start to heat up.
“Sage, truth or dare?” Poppy sips her drink as Sage thinks.
Shaking her head, Sage reluctantly says, “Dare.”
“I dare you to go over to the guys and promote me for at least one minute. Sell me to them. Maybe I’ll even get a date out of it.”
Sage gulps down her drink before walking right over to the guys. We can’t hear what she’s saying, but a few of the guys look our way as she speaks. She begins to get animated, gesturing with her arms.
I lose focus as I notice Keaton look our way. That cursed part of me that’s falling for him warms when his eyes meet mine briefly but turns to jealously as his eyes flick over to Poppy. I don’t realize that Sage has rejoined the group until she calls Tinsley out.
“Dare,” Tinsley doesn’t even hesitate.
“I dare you to trade bras with Poppy,” Sage says wickedly.
“Pfft. Easy.” Tinsley stands, but Sage holds out her hand for her to sit back down.
“Without leaving your seat.” Sage’s smile is glorious.
Tinsley bites her lips, looking over to the guys, which includes both of her brothers.
“Fine. Come on, Poppy. We have to be quick.”
It takes them a couple of minutes, but they complete the task.
“You’re bad, Sage. You know Reed and Keaton would send my ass inside if they saw me taking my bra off,” Tinsley chastises.
Sage shrugs in response.
“Morgan, truth or dare?” Tinsley focuses back on me.
I chose truth the first time, revealing my favorite sex position. This time I decide to live on the edge a little. “Dare.” I regret that one word the moment I see the mischief in Tinsley’s eyes.
“Have you seen that new challenge on social media? The one where you make out with your best guy friend?”
I feel the blood drain from my face.
She wouldn’t.
“I’m not making out with your brother.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Of course not.
