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"Just say the word. I’ll mess Elijah up."
Zariah gave me another side eye. "After what you did to his backpack? He’ll never let you within fifty yards."
I chuckled, thinking back on how I superglued it to one of the chairs in the training center. It was a quick, dirty job. Just a laugh after he made some snide comments about me online and wore a Marrs Manwhore hoodie to a donor event.
How was I supposed to know he’d rip the backpack on accident and crash into the investors’ meeting? If our hockey players can’t walk properly, not my fault.
Piper glanced up from her clipboard. "We need you in the back, Adam."
"Actually, I’ve got a better idea," I said, keeping cordial.
Ever since that conversation at Gianna’s, we hadn’t been on the greatest of terms. But I had something to offer that Piper would jump at.
As much fun as the van ride looked, I used my school funds appropriately. Three cars in the parking garage belonged to me. It was for practical reasons. If someone was ever pissed off at me and got my car towed for some bullshit reason, I always had my backups. They were a perfect alternative to the shit mobile that the housing committee had bought from a junkyard auction.
"Better idea?"
"Yep." I smiled. "You, Zariah, June, and I take my car and we’ll get there a full hour before the bus of horrors trudges into Oklahoma."
It was my gift to her. The four of us could drive into Oklahoma and start this off on a good note, and she wouldn’t be so uptight about the RA weekend. I already checked out the brochure for the RA conference. The conference was set at a shit college with shit activities planned. As much fun as proper safety equipment workshops sounded, I was fine without them.
And I was fine without the rest of the people on the bus. They could suck a dick.
Besides, the idea of Piper and I driving together wasn’t a bad one. With her blonde hair spilling over the car seat, as we listened to good music with my hand on her open thigh, it’d be a party.
Piper pressed her lips together. "I don’t think that’s a good idea, Adam."
"Why not?"
"It’s not going to happen," she said, firm.
"Fine." I shrugged. It would’ve been a nice time together, but if she didn’t want to go, she didn’t have to go. Whatever. I didn’t care. "I’ll meet you guys there."
"No, Adam." Piper reached to touch my arm and stopped herself, pulling her hand back like I had scabies. "That’s not going to happen because…um…"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I know you want some bonding time or holding hands or whatever it is you housing people do in the van—"
She rolled her eyes. "Adam."
"I’ll meet you guys at a gas station—when you get there—next Saturday."
"Adam."
"I’m not riding with Ms. Frizzle."
Piper held out her phone for me to see, a little reluctant. What would Piper be reluctant about? I leaned closer and couldn’t believe what I saw.
"Is that my fucking car?"
"They impounded it this morning."
I swore loud enough to make everybody gape from the van. I couldn’t believe it. If someone towed my car, it was usually because a cheerleader was mad I didn’t return her calls. That was something I could pay for. It was a pain in the ass, but nothing like this. The timing was too convenient today. That only meant the athletics department. That meant…Coach Lawson.
I turned back to see Zariah heading into the van. "Z! They took my car!"
She poked her head out. "The Mustang?"
"No, not my Mustang—"
