Amanda’s eyes searched hers, as if looking for any sign of what had happened. “Do it, baby. “Sorry about that,” she said, glancing over at Jake. “Last thing we need is a raccoon—or a squatter—making themselves at home.”
They both chuckled lightly, the tension easing a little as the car sped through the quiet streets. She spotted Wu at his locker, exactly where he always was before third period. He blinked at her, stunned, as she tilted her head and whispered, “You’re coming with me, and don’t you dare make it weird.”
Marissa strutted over to Felix Gruber, the boy who wore suspenders unironically and smelled faintly of library dust. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed, sending a rush of excitement through her. She was sprawled on the floor, her sweater riding up to expose her midriff, and her pants stretched tight across her thighs. Her long auburn curls were tucked underneath a beanie, and she wore a vintage band tee tucked into a plaid skirt. As she sent the link, she hoped that this would be enough, that the blackmailer would finally leave them alone. Not just any party—one hosted by her and her popular friends, but exclusively for the nerds.
