Fallen Crest Home(11)

She looked at the hand, then turned to gaze at the crowd. “I think you might want to point that hand toward my boyfriend; his fighting is the main attraction tonight.”

“Oh.” Matteo withdrew his hand, looked around, and waved at Channing. “Hello, friend of Mason’s who I hope will be a friend of mine, too.” He jerked a thumb in Heather’s direction. “No disrespect. I’m a soul brotha here to help cover my man’s back, just off the field this time.”

Channing grinned, moving around a lawn chair. “No problem.” He nodded to Mason. “Just one?”

Mason lifted a shoulder, his eyes lingering on me. “It was last minute.”

“And who’s better than me? Huh?” Matteo added.

The others went back to what they’d been doing before: flirting, watching girls, or talking. Channing lowered his voice. I couldn’t make out what he said to Mason and Matteo, but both looked at me with serious expressions. I felt a nervous fluttering in my stomach.

“He’s telling them about Jared,” Heather said.

Jared? Oh yes. Jared Caldron.

“He’s bad news?” I didn’t need to ask. I already knew. I felt it in my gut.

“Oh yeah. Budd tried to rape Kate, remember? Who do you think gave him the idea?”

The fluttering feeling grew, and ice flowed through my veins. “Nice to know.”

“Don’t worry, though.” Heather lightened her tone. “You’re safe. The guys are just being cautious. Caldron’s had it out for Channing since back in school. Channing started the crew system to help push Budd and Brett out of the power they thought they had.”

“Crew system?”

“Yeah, it’s like a soft version of gangs. He had to. Once he formed his crew, others joined up and allied together. Budd lost a lot of power the end of his senior year. It wasn’t all about protecting Mason and you, but some of it was. Budd couldn’t take it out on Channing. If he did, he’d risk the wrath of all those crews. I think it was another reason he focused on hurting whoever Mason’s girlfriend was.”

The fluttering now grew into a full-sized rock, sitting right there at the bottom of my gut.

I let out a shaky laugh. “I’d forgotten what it was like that year in school.”

It’d been scary at Fallen Crest Public, but I knew it was way worse at Roussou. Their town didn’t have the factories and companies Fallen Crest did, which provided more money.

“Kate and those bitches.” Heather had been right there with me. “She’s still around, you know?”

“What?”

“Kate. She’s working at the salon in Roussou. She got alienated from her friends after that year, so she officially moved to Roussou. Transferred to Roussou from Fallen Crest for school and everything. I think she’s in the trailer court with her boyfriend now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Lovely.”

“I hate to say white trash because some might consider me white trash, but that girl really is. If she’s not doing hair, she’s at Channing’s bar or drinking in her trailer.” Heather thought for a second. “Or in front of the trailer. That court’s not bad either. I’ve got a friend who lives there, and she hates when Kate does that. Makes the whole place look bad, you know?”

“Channing has a bar?”

“It’s his dad’s, but he took it over this year.”

“Because it was time?” I wasn’t really thinking about the conversation, just going along until I heard her answer.

“No, because his dad’s in prison.”

That got my attention. “What?”

“You didn’t know?”

I shook my head. “You’ve never said.”

“Oh.” Her head lowered a bit. “Sometimes I don’t say things because I don’t want you to look down on me.”

“What?” That came from left field. “Why would I do that?”

She looked at Mason and then to Matteo, and I saw what she meant. Channing and his friends were fine, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, and Mason and Matteo weren’t dressed differently. They both wore Cain University shirts, Matteo’s without sleeves, and both had on jeans. But it was the look of them. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was obvious Mason had money. And Matteo stood out, as if he was a league above them or something.

I hated thinking like that, but this was how Heather saw them.

This was how Heather saw me.

“I’m not rich.”

She half-snorted, half-barked out a laugh. “You literally have a choice between which mansion to live in for the summer: your dad’s, his dad’s, or even your biological dad’s.” She held her hands up. “Nothing against money. I don’t look it, but we’re doing well with Manny’s.” She shifted, her hands curving around the truck’s edge as she leaned forward. “But we’re not in range with you guys. So yeah, I think sometimes I don’t say things because of that.”