“She has red hair, and trust me, she’s rocking a hot body as well and is pretty as fuck,” Josh stated as he leaned farther up into the front seat. “Why do I feel like I’ve seen her before?”
“Dude, why don’t you just fucking crawl up here already?” I snapped.
“Why didn’t girls look like this when we were in high school?” Brad asked with a sigh.
All three of us laughed as a porch light turned on, lighting it up for us to get a good look at all the girls.
The girl who had her back to us, who I was guessing was Ellie, turned and looked at the truck.
She was beautiful. My heart felt like it dropped to my stomach.
Josh gasped. The fucker actually gasped. “Holy. Shit. No wonder the bastard has been keeping her away from us. She is hot as hell.”
“That she is,” Brad agreed.
My eyes strained to take her all in. I could see her, could tell she was absolutely stunning, but I needed to see her better. Study her face so I could remember it.
Jeff pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. They took a few steps closer to the truck, and Jeff pointed. He leaned down and said something to her, making her look directly back at the truck again and smile.
My breath caught in my throat. She was stunning. I wondered what she looked like with the sun shining down on that pretty face of hers.
Ellie lifted her hand and waved toward us.
“I’m getting out!” Josh said, trying to scramble into the driver’s seat. I stopped him and pushed his ass back, forcing him to land next to Brad, who was laughing his head off.
I pointed to Josh. “Dude, he told us not to get out. Unless you want to get your ass beat, I suggest you stay in the truck.”
Crossing his arms, Josh looked away.
“Are you pouting?” Brad asked. “You’re fucking pouting. You pansy-ass!”
I couldn’t help but smile before turning back around and looking at Jeff and Ellie. As they moved a bit closer, Jeff stopped and turned to his sister. Her gaze went back to the truck, and it felt like I was having a déjà vu. A chill ran up and down my spine, and I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d seen Ellie somewhere else.
And like that, she turned and ran back over to the other three girls. One of them still looked pissed. Her arms crossed over her chest, she glared as Jeff walked back to the truck.
Once he got in, I had to ask, “Who is the one crossing her arms shooting you daggers?”
Jeff looked back over to the girls.
“That’s Ari. She’s pissed at me, but that’s nothing new. She’s always pissed at me.”
“Why?” Brad asked.
Jeff shrugged. “Who the hell knows? Well, this time I do know. Apparently Ryan passed my threat along to Ari’s date. The guy didn’t even so much as dance with Ari. The other two, I guess, were going to go stag but went with dates at the last minute. The threat wasn’t passed along to their dates.”
I chuckled. “No wonder she’s mad. Sort of stupid the guy wouldn’t even dance with her, though.”
Jeff put his truck in drive and pulled out. “She’s full of shit. I’m sure he danced with her. The one thing about Ari is she likes to blow things up.”
“Drama queen?” Brad asked.
“Only when it comes to me, it seems.”
“After looking at that body, I could let a little drama into my world,” Josh said.
Jeff turned and stared at Josh . . . he didn’t speak a word, but he didn’t need to. We all knew what he was saying, even if he didn’t want to admit it himself.
I cataloged that little bit of information away to revisit when we were alone.