Chapter 178

I love her, but I've never been attracted to girls like that. If I were, I'd pick Miranda in a heartbeat.

“What are they doing?” she asks finally, but I have no idea. I grab her hand and drag her along in the Idols' wake, pausing as I see them fanned out in a half-circle in front of Greg and John, forcing the other two boys to keep their backs to the railing.

“What were you planning on doing?” Tristan demands, crossing his arms over his chest. “You two, and Ben fucking Thresher, Prince of Factory Farmed fucking Chicken. Real classy, to throw your lot in with someone who makes all their money off abused birds.”

“We were just playing around,” Greg says, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. John, on the other hand, is sneering like he's not afraid. He should be. Didn't he learn his lesson in the forest last year when he got his ass kicked by Creed?

But I said no violence. The Idol boys—plus Wind and Zack—better not mess that up.

“Put these on,” Win