Page 27 of Twisted Truths

Drop dead.

“Not my name.”

Henry was cute in middle school, but now he was gorgeous. He had a five o’clock shadow that made him look rugged, and he still had that adorable dimple.

“Don’t be like that.” He turned around and jogged backwards, trying to get my attention.

I hope you trip.

“Drop dead.” I kept my gaze forward.

He grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking. “Look, I need your help.”

“I’m not qualified for the help you need.” I looked him in the eye. “Unless you need to be pissed on because you’re on fire.”

“Gross.” He mock sneered at me. “Hear me out.”

“What do I get if I hear you out?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“What do you want?” He flashed me his best smile.

“Is you dropping dead too much to ask?”

“Yes.” He stopped smiling.

“Then I guess I’ll settle for you leaving me alone.” I smiled at him.

“Deal.” He nodded and stepped closer. “I want to sneak an animal in as a prank on Principal Miller.”

“And?”

“And I need your help.” His cinnamon brown eyes twinkled with mischief.

This has to be a joke.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.” He beamed.

“Fine, then I’m dreaming.” I shook my head and closed my eyes.

“C’mon, doll, word is you’re good with animals and have a goat.”

I opened my eyes, frowning. “You’re still around.

“Aw, look at you.” His voice was condescending. “You got jokes.”

“Ugh.” I turned and walked to catch up with my friends.

“Don’t be like that, Miranda.” He showed up beside me again.

“Will the goat be harmed?”

“No.” He threw his arm over my shoulder like we were pals. “I just want to sneak it in before school.”

“You know it’s not that easy?” I side-eyed him.

“Why not?”