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Yours. I mouth back, then I drop my lips to her ear and rasp. “I’m gonna fuck you so good when we get home, Priss. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
A tremble runs through her and she inhales sharply, but all I can do is smile.
9
Carrigan
Before today I wouldn’t have said I was a jealous person, but seeing Amanda pressed up against Carson, made the green-eyed monster I hadn’t even realized existed inside of me rear its ugly head with an intensity I have literally never experienced before. I wanted to write my name across his chest and warn every girl in a thirty-mile radius that he’s mine.
Mine.
Shit, he’s turning me into a possessive cavewoman and even though I should be appalled, all I can feel is anger that she touched him, and fear that he might want her.
I’m gonna fuck you so good when we get home, Priss.
His words repeat inside my head and I have to swallow down the moan of want and desire that ripples through me. He’s mine and I’m his. Something settles deep inside of me when I acknowledge the thought. We’re an us and it’s not just about the sex, it’s so much more.
“Did you see the articles?” Olly asks, forcing my lusty thoughts away from Carson.
“I can’t believe they picked it up so quickly,” my sister says.
“I think we should do the call anyway, have the girls pulled out of class and then you guys can get them out of here, all teary-eyed while our photographer takes pictures, that way we can control where the pictures go first,” Olly suggests, his gaze distant while he plots six steps ahead of the rest of us.
“Agreed, we want to be ahead of the curve on this, then maybe we can post on the girls’ social media tonight, asking for privacy in this difficult time,” Arlo says with a dry chuckle.
A giggle bursts from me and I bury my face in Carson’s chest to muffle the sound.
“Let’s go eat, before showtime. Everyone got their sad faces sorted?” Watson asks, flashing us an exaggerated devastated expression.
Laughing, we all make our way to the cafeteria and claim a table at the back of the room. All eyes watch us as we talk, laugh, and eat. In the past I would have reveled in the attention, but now I’m not assessing how jealous people are that I’m here with this group, I’m just enjoying spending time with my boyfriend, my sister, and these people that I’m starting to think of as friends.
The ‘phone call’ comes in the middle of the last class of the day, the class that conveniently both Tallulah and I share with Arlo and Carson. Mrs. Jones from the administration office knocks on the door, smiling weakly at the teacher and speaking to him in a low voice.
“Miss Archibald and Miss Archibald, you’re needed in the administration office. You can take your things with you,” Mr. Barnard says, his lips drooping into a frown. “Perhaps Mr. Lexington and Mr. Windsor could accompany you.”
Wearing my best confused gaze, I look to my sister, barely restraining my smile when she shrugs and quickly packs up her belongings. The guys follow suit and we let Mrs. Jones lead us all out of the classroom, while the other students in the class whisper about what could have happened to pull us from class.
The elderly administrator ushers us all into the principal’s office, her eyes sad and filled with sympathy as Tallulah and I take the two seats directly in front of the principal’s desk, while Arlo and Carson stay standing behind us.
“Girls,” Principal Irvine says, her voice soft and low. “I just received a telephone call from Detective Morris, from the New York Police Department, with some very worrying news.”
Turning, I look at Tallulah, trying my hardest to make my eyes wide and concerned. She reaches out a hand to me and I take it, bridging the gap between us with our outstretched hands.
“Girls, when was the last time you saw your parents?” Principal Irvine asks.
“At my engagement party,” Tallulah answers. “As you know, they’re not exactly over the moon about mine and Arlo’s engagement. They left after some heated words were exchanged and we haven’t spoken to them since. Why? What’s going on?”
Principal Irvine inhales slowly. “I’m afraid your parents are currently missing.”
“Missing? How can they be missing?” I ask, leaning forward on the edge of my chair.
“Apparently, they were last seen leaving a marina in Antigua five days ago, but there’s been no contact from their yacht since then. They failed to arrive at the destination listed on their schedule and there’s been no contact received from the yacht since, nor any reply to the local coast guard’s attempt to reach them. The authorities have been informed and a search and rescue mission is currently underway, but with no idea what happened between them leaving Antigua and now, the search crews are struggling with such a large expanse of ocean to cover.”
Lifting my free hand to my mouth, I use it to cover the smirk that’s fighting to break free. “No,” I gasp, clamping my teeth down on my tongue, until tears pool in the corners of my eyes and I can taste blood in my mouth.
“Carrigan, Tallulah, I’m so incredibly sorry,” the principal says, standing from behind her desk and moving as if she’s planning to come and hug us or something.
“I think it might be best if we take the girls home, that way they can process all of this in privacy, before the media storm begins,” Arlo says calmly, moving to Tallulah’s side and helping her to her feet. Carson does the same for me and I curl into his chest, muffling my face against his blazer as laughter takes over and my body shakes with the need to repress the noise.
