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Of course. Something warm and irritating moved through me. “Why was Chief talking about my run?”

Clayton gave me a sideways look. “I don't know.”

Liar.

I headed toward Micah, who stood about twenty feet away, talking to some girls beside his car.

Clayton made as if to follow me, glanced toward the football field. “I've got practice.”

“I know.”

He started backing away, then pointed at me. “We're not done talking about this.”

“Yes, we are.”

His mouth twitched. Then he turned and jogged toward the field. I watched him go for a second.

Brother. Exactly where he belonged.

By the time I got to school the next day, apparently all of Travis High had ranked the Bishop brothers by fuckability.

“Have you seen the list?” Sadie asked me the second we met in front of school and started walking in together.

“List?” I was blissfully clueless.

“Of course you haven’t.” She thrust her phone at me.

I shifted my school bag higher on my shoulder, the strap catching against my fitted tank. I’d traded yesterday’s running clothes for cut-off jean shorts and sneakers.

“It’s everywhere. Rumor is senior girls started it. Drill team or cheer, nobody knows. Alias account.”

I glanced down at the screen.

HOTTEST GUYS OF TRAVIS HIGH

1. CHIEF — Enough said. Also, apparently worth ruining your life over. We’d tell you why and who, but that’s another list.

2. ROOK — Hung, mean and knows it.

3. CLAYTON — Too obsessed with Piper, but we’d take him anyway. And probably hung the same as Rook. Twins, yay!

4. RUCKUS — Best manslut potential.

5. MICAH — Prettiest Bishop. Fight us.

It was a top-ten list.

The Bishop brothers had taken the first five spots.

As their pseudo-sister, I wondered if I should have been proud.

Then I reached the bottom.

And the burning question: How many Bishop brothers has Hazel Piper slept with?

Ouch.

That one landed.