No no no.
I pushed myself to my absolute limits, rounding towards the boathouse and practically skidding to a halt at its side. I hurried along the edge of it then lifted an overturned rowing boat on the ground and scrambled under it. It fell over me half a second before they arrived.
“I’ll check in here, you go ahead,” Kyan demanded and a sliver of dread ran down my spine as heavy footsteps pounded into the boathouse.
I’m not in there, asscheeks.
The sound of things being roughly turned over made my heart jolt and skip, but he finally gave up, storming out of the house and starting to run again.
“Keep going!” he shouted to his friends. “She’s out here somewhere!”
Not for long.
I pushed the boat up, slipping out from under it and running around into the boathouse. My heart pounded madly as I grabbed a kayak and an oar, heaving it out to the pier and dropping it into the lake. I lowered myself down into it, readying the oar and pushing it into the water.
I rowed hard, my eyes on The Temple far across the lake, a light illuminating the stained glass window so it reflected in the water in a rippling blur of red. I couldn’t go directly back there. I had to hide the kayak first. So I gritted my teeth and rowed hard and fast, heading for the Oak Common House where a few kayaks were usually docked.
Sweat beaded on my brow as I tried to mentally calculate how long it had been. I just had to hope they weren’t racing back to The Temple right this second.
I finally pulled up at the small stony beach beside the Oak Common House, my heart soaring at the sight of the kayaks stacked up to one side of it. I jumped out onto the shore, carrying it up the pebbles as quietly as possible, the sound of voices reaching me from the house. I held my breath as I placed it with the others then I ran like there was a zombie about to bite my ass.
I tore down the path toward The Temple, my chest heaving as I dragged down lungfuls of air.
I finally rounded onto the path that led to the church, my heart hammering as I slowed for a moment at the door, listening for them.
Nothing.
I turned the handle, pushing inside and finding it empty. But I wasn’t in the clear yet.
I hurriedly sent the video to Monroe, deleting it from my phone straight away. He said he knew a way to send it to every student in the school anonymously so it would never get back to us. That man was a complete god sometimes.
I kicked my sneakers off, placing them back in their usual spot before taking my school shoes from my bag and putting them down neatly too. Then I raced through the living room, down the hall and through into Kyan and Blake’s bathroom. I pushed the door shut, tore off my clothes and jumped into the shower.
I scrubbed myself in my vanilla honey blossom shower gel in record time, stepped out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me before dumping my uniform into the laundry. Then I took the hoodie, hanging it back in Blake’s closet.
At last, I hurried into the kitchenette, pulling the fridge open just as the door flew wide.
I turned to the guys, my brows raising in mock alarm. “Holy shit, what happened?” I burst out laughing, figuring I could get away with that considering it was seriously hilarious. Tampons were stuck all over them plus they’d picked up a fair bit of debris from the woods too. Saint even had an entire bramble stuck to his arm.
They stopped dead, finding me wrapped in a towel, totally fucking innocently grabbing myself a snack and nowhere near the scene of the crime.
“You.” Saint pointed, his tone accusing, but his scary ass voice was lessened by the fact that he had a tampon glued to his forehead. “You did this.”
“What?” I gasped, acting for my life.
“How could she have? She’s right here,” Monroe said with a grimace. It was superb acting. Gold star effort.
All of their eyes narrowed in suspicion then Blake huffed.
“Must have been some other fucking prick. We’ll hunt them down. As soon as that video goes live, we’ll know who it was anyway. And we’ll destroy them.”
“I want blood,” Kyan said in a dark tone, pulling a tampon from his hair while I snorted, burying my head in the refrigerator as I came completely apart.
“I’ll get them expelled,” Monroe said fiercely and I roared with laughter, forcing my head deeper into the fridge to share my mirth with a block of cheese.
Oh my god. So funny. I’m gonna die.
“Barbie!” Saint snapped. “Get your head out of the fridge and wash this shit off of us. Now!”
I stepped back, wiping tears from under my eyes as I nodded.
“Me first,” Saint growled. “Upstairs. Go.” He turned, marching upstairs and showing me his ass which had a tampon hanging perfectly between his butt cheeks, the string swinging left and right as he walked.
I couldn’t stop laughing all the way upstairs, even when Saint shot me glares that said I was going to pay for every laugh that escaped me. But I couldn’t stop. It was too fucking funny.
I headed into his closet while he marched into the shower and I tugged on a pink bikini before following him into the bathroom. He stripped down to his boxers, marching into the shower and glaring at me, waiting for me to wash him off. It was mainly in his hair now that his clothes were off, but there was still a determined tampon or two clinging to the back of his head.
I didn’t even care about having to wash them all
