Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I tried not to let that hurt me.
Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest and stayed silent.
If he didn’t want to introduce me, I would allow that.
But I wouldn’t be introducing myself.
“You’re so bad.” The blonde bombshell sighed. “Hi, Calliope, right? I’m Harlow. Harlow Degraw. This goofball is my best friend.”
I flicked my gaze to hers then to “the goofball” then back to hers before grumbling, “Nice to meet you.”
When I didn’t say anything else, Jasper sighed. “I told you there was no point.”
The fucking ass.
If he hadn’t been an all-out jerk and introduced me, maybe I would’ve been a little bit nicer.
“Which school?” Jasper asked after a few minutes of driving.
“The middle school,” I answered. “The one with the metal flowers outside.”
“On it.”
Again, I stayed silent.
It was either that or I’d ask questions I had no business asking.
I pulled my phone out and texted Anders, getting nothing in response.
“Such a stupid fuckin’ law,” I muttered to myself. “What’s the goddamn point of it, anyway?”
“What’s the point of what?” the woman asked.
I ignored her.
“What’s the point of what, Calliope?” Jasper asked.
I ignored him, too.
He muttered something under his breath, and you’ll notice that I didn’t ask him what he meant, even though I heard his ‘pain in the fuckin’ ass’ loud and clear.
I left him to his thoughts, and I didn’t put my nose in his business.
Even though I knew that the “pain in the ass” he spoke of was me.
“Where do I go?” Jasper asked after a while.
I looked around at the school and shrugged. “My best guess would be the shack at the gate.”
I mean, duh.
Jasper rolled his eyes and pulled up to the guard shack where a man appeared bundled up in a bright green coat and scarf.
“What’s your business?”
“Came to pick up a sick kid,” Jasper lied.
Such a smooth liar, too.
“License?” the guard asked.
Jasper handed it over, then said, “Anyone else going in?”
“I am,” I replied through gritted teeth.
“I’ll need your license, too.”
I didn’t have my driver’s license, just my license to carry, since that was the only one that I carried around with me in my phone—stupidly I’d left my purse in my truck behind—and waited.
“You don’t have your license?” Jasper asked.
“No,” I grumbled.
“I wouldn’t give you access,” Jasper muttered.
“It’s still an ID,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but you don’t hand some school security guard a license to carry ID when…”
The security guard came back out with two fluorescent green badges and said, “The office is right there up front with the awning over it.” He handed the passes to Jasper.
Jasper nodded his thanks and handed me the pass as well as my license.
I shoved it back into my phone case and barely refrained from sticking my tongue out at him.
He would know, though.
He worked with another Truth Teller, Gunner Penn, at his business—Angel Security. Angel Security specialized in making schools safe for students to be in. I knew he was right, but I can’t say that my priority had been getting my license as much as getting to Anders.
Again, for her to call me…
The moment that we got to the entrance, I jumped out and barreled toward the door.
I, of course, got hung up at the damn metal doors for so long that Jasper eventually caught up with me.
I noticed, also, that he’d shed his Truth Tellers MC cut and was only wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Oh, and those stupid fucking boots that should be ugly but they weren’t.
The door buzzed, and we were let into a vestibule that felt like I was in a prison cell.
“Can I help you?” a robotic voice asked.
I looked toward the Plexiglass window and said, “I’m here to see my little sister, Anders.”
Her eyes swept me up and down, and I could see the disgust in her eyes. The voice matched as she said, “ID?”
After retrieving it once again from my phone case, I gave it to her, sliding it through the small window.
The woman’s gaze flicked toward Jasper, and back to me. “Are you together?”
I shrugged.
I wasn’t sure why that mattered.
I just wanted to see my sister.
Jasper reached into his back pocket and produced his ID, handing it over. “We are.”
She took the IDs and walked to the computer off to the side of where she’d been standing. She typed in a few names and said, “Are you taking her home?”
I didn’t know.
Anders was a smarty pants, and her favorite place in the world was school. She wouldn’t want to go home, I didn’t think. But I wouldn’t rule out that option.
“I’m not sure.”
“Then why are you here?”
I gritted my teeth. “My little sister called me crying and begged me to come.”
“How’d she do that?” The woman stiffened.
“On her cell phone?” I rolled my eyes.
“Students aren’t allowed cell phones at school anymore. That’s a state law.”