Afterlight - Elle Jasper [5]
Seth stumbled by, and I grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to an abrupt stop. He whipped around, his eyes glazed; they turned angry when he recognized me. I let him go and lifted a brow.
“God, Riley!” he hollered. “What are you doing?” He frowned. “Let me go!”
The other boys stopped their scrambling and turned. They all fell to the ground, laughing. One whistled. Riggs, whom I’d known since he was seven, said, “Poe’s sister is freakin’ hot!”
“Damn, Poe—where you been hidin’ her?”
“She married?”
“Who cares, man?!” Riggs said. “Her ass is smokin’!”
They all laughed.
Seth’s gaze left mine, and he lunged toward his friend. “Shut up, Riggs!”
I smiled. A small piece of me felt proud that my little brother—idiot that he was at the moment—would want to defend me against his pervy friends. Maybe I hadn’t done too bad a job in raising him after all. Again I grabbed Seth’s shirt and yanked him backward—not easy since the kid was already as tall as me with my boots on. “Let it go, Bro,” I said, and began tugging him toward the back of the cemetery. There was a place near the very back left fence where the ground sloped upward—enough for us to climb out. I glanced at Seth’s friends and inclined my head. “Let’s get out of here before the cops show up for real. I’m pretty sure you guys don’t want your parents to get a knock on their doors tonight. It’s a federal offense to desecrate a grave, you know.” That was all we’d need, especially since the cops already knew exactly who I was.
“Dude, what’s desecrate?” one of the boys said.
“You want us to go with you?” Riggs said, a smirk on his adolescent face. “So you can rat us out to our parents? No, thanks, babe!” He turned to the others. “Come on!”
“Hey, wait!” I called, taking several steps and thinking that I’d let Riggs find out on his own that his mom already knew about his little scheme. “Come on, guys! I’ll drive you home.” I couldn’t just leave them out in the middle of the night. No way. “Swear to God, I won’t rat you out.”
“No, thanks, sexy!” Riggs hollered, laughing, and he and the others took off into the shadows. He called back, “You’re fine as hell, but I ain’t letting you hand me over to my mommy!” More squeaky male laughter; then their voices grew faint as they slipped off into the night.
Somehow, that made me very uncomfortable, and yet as agile as I was, even in spike-heel boots, I knew I couldn’t catch Riggs and his friends, corral them, and drag them all to my Jeep. I gave a sigh and shook my head. “Come on, Bro. Let’s get out of here.”
I looked at my brother. Even in the dimness of the oaks, I could make out Seth’s venomous glare as he stared after his friends. He was truly pissed at them. “Whatever,” he mumbled. He kicked the dirt and threw a lanky arm over my shoulders. “Didn’t wanna come here anyway. Stupid idea.”
I glanced at him. “Why did you?”
He shrugged. “Just a lame bet.”
More adolescent male giggling cracked through the night as Riggs and the others blew us off and ran in the opposite direction. I had half a mind to call the cops. Maybe that was exactly what they needed: a little heat. But since Seth would be the one to catch hell, I let it go. I’d circle Bonaventure to make sure they got out, and then I’d follow their stupid little keisters home.
“Schmucks,” I muttered at them; then I turned back to Seth. I knew from experience not to pound him with why’s and how come’s—it’d been done to me plenty of times when I was his age, and it didn’t do anything but royally piss me off. I’d talk to him later. Besides, I could tell he regretted even hanging out with those guys, even though he’d known Riggs since grade school. “Hey, wanna grab some Krystal’s? I haven’t eaten yet.” I asked. Best fast-food burgers in the South, and they were open twenty-four seven. Nice and greasy.
“Yeah, sure,” said Seth. “Hey.” He stopped at the sloped ground and faced me. In the moonlight I could see the patches of whiskers he’d tried shaving. His eyes, though, were completely sincere. I loved that about my brother. You could tell just about