FIFTY-SIX DENNY IS MY NEW BFF
FIFTY-SIX
DENNY IS MY NEW BFF
“So, you’re telling me you want to expose Dyers's sins to the world and you think we might not want to be a part of that?” I repeat after hearing Denny’s idea of a takedown.
It’s been an eventful couple days since that oinking BS at the library but more and more, I’ve come to accept that this girl and I were born to be friends.
She blushes. “Well, some of it is partially illegal and—”
“It’s only illegal if we get caught.” Shay points a fry at her.
“I can diminish the risk,” Callan pronounces. “I’m good on a computer.”
Pecan swipes some pancakes through a deluge of maple syrup. “How can you diminish vandalism on a computer?”
“We hire out and create a decoy. A distraction.”
“Won’t those people get arrested instead of us? That doesn’t seem fair, Denny.”
She pats his shoulder. “Leave it with me.”
“And me! We’ll coordinate on this,” Callan directs. His focus flitters to Lex, who’s taking an order at another table. “Dyers's needs to rot in a jail cell.”
“He does, actually. Wynter and I went to a Rhos’ party last night. Scoped out the lay of the land, as it were.” I grace Zach with a smile. “I wish I’d been there to watch you tank the game for Denver.”
Because their coach refused to bench Dyers, Zach had orchestrated the Oakwood Dukes’ worst loss in history—9–1!
“Hey, that wasn’t even my idea. Pecan arranged it.”
Impressed, I turn to Pecan, who hunches his shoulders over his snacky-snack. He’s normally more buoyant, but his girlfriend just dumped him so I can’t blame him for being a downer.
“The least I could do for D,” Pecan mumbles.
“What happened at the Rhos’ frat house?” Shay asks.
“You didn’t go with them?” Callan half-shouts.
“I was at the game!”
“We were together, Callan,” Wynter assures him.
“He’s a rapist!”
“Hey, calm down, we were fine.” I settle him with a firm look. “We stayed together, only drank from the bottles of water we brought along, and we stuck to the outskirts. There’s no doing that with Shay. All the girls flutter around him.”
“Ugh.” Shay gags.
“Can’t believe you’re a Rho, man,” Pecan complains.
“Me either.”
“Well?! Was the party worth putting yourself in danger?!” Callan insists.
“Jeez, Dad.” Wynter waggles her mug at him. “We learned that the Rhos were against his prank.”
Denver taps her bottom lip. “Seriously?”
“Oh, yes. From the outside looking in, they seem involved. But they weren’t.”
“Still not worth you being in danger.”
“He’s not as popular as he’d like to think. Alec and him got into a fight. Half the Pies there veered around him like he was covered in boils.” I sip my soda. “If we make his life a living hell, I think they’d turn on him.”
“I think so too.” Wynter glances at me and, silently, we agree not to tell Callan that we snuck into Dyers's room…
It was a regular jock’s bedroom.
Aside from some of the weird shit he had in a drawer that I’m praying is just his idea of a kink and nothing Veronian-related.
“Interesting,” Denny muses. “Maybe we can play into that, Callan?”
“Definitely.” His eyes narrow. “Now, you mentioned aCoooooig? When can you hook us up on a call?”
Shay smirks. “How about now?”