Chapter 29

“Boo,” Creed drawls when we come around a corner and find him sitting with a few other students, a j***t in his hand. He doesn’t even bother to hide it as I stare at him, lifting it to his lips and taking a drag. His blue eyes are narrowed to slits as he frowns at me before switching his attention to Miranda. “You aren’t getting into any trouble, are you?” he asks, and she gapes at him.

“Asks he who has a beer in one hand and a j***t in the other? Are you kidding me?” Miranda puffs out her chest as her brother comes to stand beside her, glancing first at Andrew and then back at me again. “Don’t get all preachy on me, Creed. You’re my twin, not my older brother.”

“So that means I can’t protect you?” he asks, still looking at me. “Why are you even hanging out with this girl? Nobody likes it. If it weren’t for me, you’d be committing social suicide.” He hands the j***t over to Andrew, and after a split-second of hesitation, he takes it, moving away from Miranda and me to si