Page 8 of Best Vacation Ever

Adam doesn’t reply, so Dylan volunteers the answer. “She’s going to drop off his stuff tonight.”

My eyebrows rise to my hairline. “Wow, you actually got her to bring it back. How’d you manage that?”

Adam shrugs, already bored with the entire conversation.

“Told her she wasn’t getting her stuff until I got mine.”

“Wow, ruthless.” I yawn.

“Oh, shut up, Faye. I can still be civil.”

“She’s a bitch and you know it. You know it was her life’s mission to make me and Lori miserable, right? I’m your sister! Shouldn’t you be all protective and allno one messes with my little sister but me?”

“You bothered her just as much as she bothered you.” Adam rolls his eyes and checks his phone. “Plus, you and I both know you’re completely capable of taking care of yourself. You yell at me any time I say something.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about because he never says anything. “Well, duh, I can take care of myself. But it would be nice if my own blood wasn’t sleeping with the enemy!”

“If you were ever in any real trouble, I would’ve stepped in, even if you’d get mad at me for it.”

“Bullshit!”

He would not have. He never has. His doing nothing basically encouraged her to keep being a bitch to me and Lori.

“She’s never—”

“Prom,” I state, silencing him immediately, because he knows I’m right.

It was noCarriemoment with pig’s blood or anything, but she still ruined Lori’s prom, and Adam was just there allNoneof my business.A girl from school invited a bunch of the girls in our grade over to her house for a pre-prom party, with pictures and appetizers and everything. Jenna was there, and sheliterallypushed Lori into the pool. My running theory is that Jenna saw how gorgeous Lori was and got jealous. She denied it to Adam and said it was an accident, and he believed her.

“It was an accident, they bumped into each other,” Adam clarifies. “And it worked out. Lori looked great at prom.”

She did, but that was because there were eighteen girls committed to fixing her hair and makeup, and someone even called their mom to deliver a backup dress for Lori to wear.

I scoff. “Well, duh. Lori could wear a paper sack and still be ten times prettier than Jenna.”

Adam gets up, clearly sick of getting the third degree. “Jenna will be here in five. Make yourself scarce, Faye.”

I jump up beside him. “What? I haven’t gotten to say anything to her since the pool incident!” And I have someverycolorful words to share with her. The only time I saw Jenna after that was at the actual prom, where I couldn’t kick her ass because of all the teachers, and then at graduation where, again, there were way too many witnesses.

“Faye, you’re—” Adam starts.

“Let’s go to Tim’s,” Dylan interrupts, rising from where he was lounging on the couch and sliding between me and Adam.

“I want an Iced Capp. Keep me company, Faye?”

I know exactly what he’s doing, and my narrowed eyes tell him that, but he just smiles at me in the lazy way that’s all Dylan.

I debate for a moment before relenting. “Fine. But you’re buying. And I want a donut.”

“Deal,” Dylan says, and I don’t miss the appreciative nod Adam sends his way when he thinks I’m not looking. Jerk.

I follow Dylan to his car and buckle in as he reverses out the driveway and heads down my quiet street. Before he can argue, I grab his aux cord and plug in my phone to play my music as punishment for siding with Adam.

He groans when a boy band fills the speakers of his car but doesn’t protest since he knows I’m not letting him get his cord back.

I look over at Dylan. He’s conventionally good-looking. He’s half–white Canadian, half-Jamaican, with black hair shaved in a fade and eyes just as dark, set against the light brown of his skin.

His entire left arm is covered in black-and-white tattoos with the occasional pop of color, which, combined with his height, definitely gives him that badass vibe, even though he’s a teddy bear.