55. Kaden
Kaden
“Alright, murder weapon of choice, go!” Iggy says, pointing at me. We’re slouching on the couches at work, bellies full of tacos.
“Uhm, I don’t know,” I frown. “Poison?”
“That’s a woman’s weapon,” she states.
I snort. “So, I can’t use that, or what?”
“You can, but it’s a little cunning. Sneaky, you know.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I shake my head. “I don’t wanna get caught.”
“Are you saying women are cunning?” Seth asks her.
“Of course, we are. We have to be, with all you men in this world.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine! Uh, then I’d go with water to drown someone.”
“Oh, my god, Kaden!” Iggy shouts.
“What?"
“That’s some psychotic behavior, right there.” She frowns at me, darting her eyes up and down like she can’t trust me around her anymore. “That’s cold.”
I gape at her. “You asked murder weapon of choice? If anyone’s psychotic, it’s you. You cunning woman.”
She shakes her head, looking disgusted and turns to Seth. “And you? Want to bury someone alive? Maybe set their house on fire? A little arson, perhaps?”
“Icicle,” Seth deadpans.
“What?”
He scoots further on the couch, hunching over. “A really sharp icicle, and when it melts, ta-da.” He makes jazz-hands. “No murder weapon. No evidence.”
Iggy shifts her eyes to me. “That’s pretty clever, actually.”
I nod in agreement.
“And if that falls flat, you’ve got your lawyer parents, they’ll bail you right out, right?” she adds, glancing back at Seth again.
“Yeah, ‘cause corporate lawyers usually do that,” he retorts sarcastically.
Iggy makes a face at him and I chuckle.
“Weren’t they pissed when you told them you weren’t going to college, by the way?” she asks then.
“Uh, no,” he says, and starts collecting the trash off the coffee table, before he stands.
“Really? God, my mom wouldn’t shut up about college when I was in high school. ‘Think about your future, Iggy. You’re not going to stay sixteen forever.’ Ugh!” she groans.
“But you waited four years to start?” I inquire.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to prove her right.” She hits me with a smug smile, before turning around, facing Seth. “So, how did you convince them not to go?”
“I just told them no.” He shrugs, his back to us. He puts the trash in the bin, tying it together and turns around. “Are we heading out?”