Ugly girl

“Fuck, that sucks,” Damian laughs before the sound of skin being pummeled is echoed through the parking lot.

“Most of it’s gone anyway, but use rubbing alcohol for the rest,” Blake says. “It’s what Skylah uses to get it off her hands when she does her artsy shit.”

“Rubbing alcohol?” he confirms.

“Yep.”

The engine rumbles to life and just when I think we’re in the clear, a head pops over the side just moments before a bag is thrown over the edge. It comes down hard on my stomach as a freshly showered Damian grins down at me.

I look up at him as Maze looks like she’s about to wet her pants. ‘Please,’ I mouth, silently begging him not to say a word despite it being one hell of a long shot.

Damian considers me a moment before letting out a soft sigh and nodding his head. Wordlessly, he walks around to the front passenger’s door and climbs in.

Holy fuck. That was too close for liking.

The Dodge RAM backs out of its parking space and before we know it, we’re speeding down the road and cringing as Slade goes over the speed humps with a vengeance.

The car stops and from the familiar looking tree that hovers over the Dodge RAM, it’s clear we’re at my place. The guys get out and for a moment, I wonder if my traitor brother is about to invite them in when it becomes clear that they’re just going to fuck around outside.

This is our only shot to get out of here.

As if realizing the same thing, I hear Damian call out. “Yo, Slade. Check it out. You’ve punctured your tire.”

“Fuck off,” he says in a slight panic. “Did I? Where?”

“Yeah, it looks like a nail.”

I hear Slade move toward the front of the car and Maze and I make our break. We climb over the side of the tray and I don’t miss my brother gaping at me in surprise, though I know he won’t rat us out. Instead, he takes a massive step to his right, shielding us from Slade’s view. Maybe he’s not such a traitor after all.

We get safely to the ground while the boys check over the tire and quickly dart behind the tree. I check around to make sure the coast is clear and with lightning-fast speed, we race toward the neighbor’s yard. The very moment we clear it, we dive down behind their boundary fence while sending up a silent thanks to whoever exists above for getting us the hell out of that unscathed.