Jenna shoved her phone into her back pocket and flashed me a grin. “Party at Snake’s.”
My gut screamed bad idea, but one look at her face told me I had no choice. Jenna had that “new guy glow”. Even the pink streak in her hair looked brighter.
I didn’t get it. Snake, her latest victim, was twenty-two and split his time between dealing to the rich kids at West Haven and throwing keggers at his grandma’s rundown farmhouse. He was hot, but he was trouble. Jenna’s favorite type.
Jenna rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you have other plans.”
Which was true -- I dumped my clingy boyfriend Owen in the stockroom less than an hour ago. It was pretty ugly. Still, the thought of spending all night in Snake’s smoke-filled, grimy house, fighting off his creepy friends, while him and Jenna were off somewhere hooking up made my skin crawl.
Jenna tugged at the BFF dog tag hanging around her neck and raised her eyebrow at me.
I sighed. “You owe me.”
She tore off her apron. “Sweet!”
On our way out of The Dixie, I caught the old lady that runs the psychic shop next door watching me from her window. She was always looking at me funny, like she wanted to say something, but she never did.
I should’ve stopped and asked her what she wanted, but I didn’t. Maybe she knew what was going to happen. Maybe she could’ve told me how to stop it.