More Than This, McLean, Jay [best ebook reader for surface pro .txt] 📗

explain further. All eyes go to my hand and everyone starts laughing harder. I look down at my hand and almost die of embarrassment. Who would have thought that motioning sanding a chair leg, which made total sense in my head, would look the same as jerking off.

I make a moaning sound of defeat and embarrassment and try to hide my face on Jake’s shoulder. He chuckles into my hair and adjusts us so he can put an arm around me. I’ve known this guy for a minute and I’m already comfortable with him.

The laughing at my expense is still going strong when the door opens and Logan looks inside.

“What’s so funny, assholes?” He looks around the group and no one bothers to fill him in. “Fine, don’t tell me.” He starts to look at the seating arrangement, and though it would make complete sense to sit on the opposite side of me, he squishes in next to me, forcing us all to move along to the point where I’m nearly sitting on Jake’s lap.

Lucy, who is still enthralled in her book, works out what’s happening and moves to the other side to sit on Cam’s lap. I smile at her, she reminds me of me a little.

“Tell me when you get to the last two words,” I tell her.

“Almost there,” she says, lifting her finger to shush me. Then her eyes go wide and I know she’s done. “No shit,” she says.

“Shit,” I nod my head. “It’s my favorite book.”

“We should totally be book best friends.”

I laugh, “Yeah, sure.”

“What the fuck are they talking about?” Logan looks between me and Lucy. No one says anything.

“Hey, uhhh…” he nudges my leg with his.

“Her names Mikayla, asshole.” Jake says, slightly tightening his hold on my shoulders.

“Mikayla,” Logan nods, “I owe you an apology about the beer thing… it was an asshole thing to do. I wasn’t think-"

“Hey,” I cut him off with my hands. “it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Actually, I should probably be thanking you. If you hadn’t spilt that drink on me I would’ve never walked in on what I did. I’d probably be at my own prom right now, dancing with my so called ‘perfect’ boyfriend, clueless to the fact that he and my best friend were fucking for two years behind my back.” I try to smile but the anger overcomes me.

There’s an awkward silence in the car.

Jake slowly removes his arms from around me, probably because I’m batshit crazy.

Just as I’m about to apologize to them for my instant display of wack job, Lucy pipes up, “You should totally key the dickheads car,” she says mid yawn. Everyone turns to her, then slowly to me. I should laugh it off as a passing comment, a little joke between friends.

“Well, I do have his keys. I know his trucks at his house and no-one’s home.” I can’t help the smile that creeps on my face.

I look at Jake and he grins, eyeing me sideways.

“Wait…” Cam breaks the silence, “are you saying you have his car keys, you know where his car is, and no one is around?”

I nod my head slowly, glancing at all of them.

“uh-ohhh” Heidi coos.

“Operation Mayhem!” Dylan declares loudly, as he pulls Heidi off his lap and places her to his side. It’s the most I’ve heard him say.

In two seconds flat the boys have somehow repositioned the girls to one side of the limo while they discuss whatever it is they’re discussing on the other side.

“What are they doing?” I ask Heidi, but its Lucy that answers. “Trust us, it’s better you don’t know. It’s more fun this way.”

Chapter 4

*Mikayla*

“You guys…” I say, trying to catch up to the boys as we walk towards the 24 hour Walmart, “you’re gonna miss your senior prom.”

“No one cares, as long as we’re there at end when they declare little miss Heidi Prom Queen, we’re all good, and that’s hours away,” Logan says as he taps Heidi on the ass. She squeals and hides behind Dylan.

“Touch her again and I’ll break your arms, asshole,” Dylan glares at Logan, who throws his hands up in surrender. Dylan’s one of those guys that doesn’t say much, so when he does, you listen. Now that I see him at full height, he’s huge. Bigger than all the other guys. He seems loyal and protective, willing to give his all to his girl. I can see why Heidi loves that kind of a guy. I would to. I thought I did.

We walk into the store.

“What are we doing here? I mean, what are we getting here?” I ask no one in particular.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little face,” Logan coos while his hand rubs down my back, lower and lower, until his hand is cupping my ass.

“Get your hands off me, before I get Dylan to break your arms.” It’s said as a joke, but I’m serious.

“I don’t think it’s Dylan I have to worry about,” he mutters as Jake gets between us and shoves him to the side.

“Leave her alone you asshole,” he holds his hand out, “come with me?”

I take his hand, “Um, okay. What about the others?” I ask.

I really want to know what their plan is, what this ‘Operation Mayhem’ is. Shit, I hope its nothing permanent, or illegal. I don’t know these guys at all, they could be buying stuff to bomb his truck, or his house. Oh my god, what if they’re going to ki-

“Relax,” Jake laughs. “Shit, Mikayla, we’re not gonna do anything crazy. It’s just a bit of fun, trust me okay?” He must have seen the internal meltdown I was having.

I smile and nod. Because I do. Trust him.

“Now, help me choose please, I don’t know anything about this stuff,” he says, pointing his finger in the air and motioning around us.

“Huh?” I take a look around and see that we’re in the mens formal wear section, “Oh, okay.” I look over at him. He’s still