“Can you come pick me up? When I got here, my now ex-best friend was sucking my now ex-boyfriend's dick.” I swallow hard as the line goes silent, and then after a moment, Micah chuckles.

“Assholes. Want us to beat them up for you?”

“Monica just shamed me for shopping at Target because she thinks her family's wealth makes her superior than people who have to buy clothes on a budget. Can you guys come get me, so I can get the hell out of here?”

“Is that key for bring the Lambos and show this bitch how rich she really isn't? Because if so, I'm down.” There's some noise on the other end of the line, and a girl's voice that makes me frown hard. Why is there a girl there with them? I'm suddenly in a panic, and I don't even know why. Maybe the twins have girlfriends? Or … a girlfriend? I mean, for all I know, they might. In reality, I know nothing about them.

“Yes, please,” I whisper, “I'll text you the address.” And then I hang up.

“Who the hell was that? If it was Andrea, she's not coming to pick you up. You know that, right?” Monica stands up from the chair, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring down at me. Cody is already on his way out, but as soon as she sees, Monica chases after him, leaving me completely and utterly alone.

I'm not even worth enough to her to fight for.

Sniffling, I pick up my shopping bags and leave them by the front door, so I can head upstairs and get my luggage. By the time I come back down, they're standing in the foyer screaming at each other.

“You said you loved me!” Monica shouts, and I almost feel sorry for her as Cody shrugs nonchalantly, and gives her this cold look that's so at odds with his usual slouchy, playboy attitude. He truly doesn't care, does he? Not about me, not about her.

“Yeah, well, I told Andrea that, too,” he says, smirking. Monica reaches out and slaps him, just before the front door opens and both McCarthy twins waltz in like they own the place. “Who the hell are you?”

“Us?” they ask, pointing across at one another. They both smile, and it isn't pretty. “Just Charlotte's boyfriends. Who the hell are you?”

“What the …?” Cody starts, looking pretty damn stupid when he gapes at them. “How? What?”

“We go to Adamson,” they drawl, still dressed in their red tanks and shorts, showing off those muscular arms and legs of theirs. Monica's practically drooling as they move toward her and then separate, walking on either side of her until they come back together in front of me.

“Can I get your bag?” Tobias asks, and I nod. I'm not sure I could speak if I wanted to.

He picks it up as Micah turns and surveys Cody and Monica.

“Aren't you the one whose parents just asked for an extension on their mortgage payment from my dad’s bank?” Micah points at Monica and nibbles at his bottom lip before snapping his fingers. “That's right, you are! Sorry you're in such dire financial straits. Come on, Chuck, let's get out of here.”

“Chuck?” Monica whispers, looking a bit pale and shaky. I actually sort of feel sorry for her now. Cody, on the other hand, is just sneering at the twins like he thinks he could beat them up.

I'd like to see his stoner ass try.

No, really, I would. He'd get his ass kicked.

“So you were cheating on me, too?” Cody spits, ruffling up his bleach blond hair. “What a fucking hypocritical slut.”

Both twins freeze, and a certain energy comes over them that both scares and excites me.

“Do not call her a slut,” they say together, and Tobias drops my duffel bag, looking like he's about to show Cody the door.

“Why?” Cody spits, scowling. “She wouldn't put out for me after two years of dating, and then gives it up for a pair of douche bags? I said it once, and I'll say it again: Charlotte's a fucking slut.”

Tobias moves so quick, I can barely see him, and then Cody's flying over the back of the sofa, blood spurting from his nose. He crashes into the floor as Monica screams and runs to his side. Meanwhile, Tobias is wiping the blood from his knuckles onto the front of his shirt.

“I better not get an STD from this shit,” he murmurs as Micah smirks, and I gape in shock. He grabs me by the hand, picks up my duffel bag with the other, and gestures with his chin toward the shopping bags.

“You'll be fine, you Neanderthal. Now pick that shit up and let's go.”

“I'm calling the cops!” Cody screams, but the twins just exchange a look, shrug, and glance over their shoulders.

“Go ahead. See if we care.”

Micah drags me outside and leaves it to Tobias to load the trunk with my stuff.

There's only one car in the driveway.

I decide to point out this very obvious fact.

“This car only has two seats.”

“Exactly.” Micah smirks, and then grabs me, yanking me into the passenger seat with him. Our faces are practically pressed together, and I find it impossible to look away from his lush mouth.

“This car is very, um, low-roofed,” I say, appreciating my own eloquent genius.

“Yes, it is,” Micah purrs, smiling wickedly.

“It's a tight fit.” My heart is thundering like a herd of wild horses, and a bead of sweat trails between my breasts.

“I'm sure it is.” He leans in and puts his mouth so close to mine that if I were to exhale, our lips would touch. Only … I can't breathe. I stopped breathing the moment he pulled me into his lap.

“Brilliant double entendre.” I'm certain I'm flirting now. Positive of it.

Tobias climbs in, slamming the door on my ex’s shouting as Cody stumbles out the front door and down the steps. When he throws himself in front of the vehicle, Monica watching with wide, teary eyes from the porch, Tobias just starts the engine and begins to ease forward on the gas.

When Cody just clings to the hood, screaming obscenities, Tobias rolls down the passenger side window.

“You better move, asswipe, before I smear your cheating carcass across the pavement.”

“You're going to jail for assault!” Cody snarls, and Tobias rolls his eyes. He puts the window back up, glances over at his brother, and then at a slight nod from Micah, revs the engine.

He takes off down the gravel, throwing Cody from the hood to the roof where he tumbles down and onto the driveway. I'm gaping in shock, but the twins seems to think it's hilarious.

At least I see Cody stand up, and start screaming again before we leave the property.

“Did you just run over my cheating ex-boyfriend?” I ask, still blinking through the shock. Tobias smiles cheerfully, hands firmly on the wheel, and glances over at me.

“I sure did.” He holds up a single finger. “But don't forget: I punched him first.”

Laughter bubbles up and out of me before I can stop it. I shouldn't reward that level of violence, but … it was also maybe a little bit awesome to see Cody get his. I can't believe he called me a slut. Pathetic. The only slut in that room was him.

As mad as I am with Monica, I could see the hurt in her eyes when Cody mentioned our mutual friend, Andrea. Based on what I heard of that conversation, he slept with her, too.

What a creep.

“I can't believe I ever dated that guy,” I whisper, crinkling up my brow. I'm trying really hard not to think about the tight confines of the car, or how close Micah and I are. His dick is right underneath my ass; I can feel it. He must be a mind-reader or something because he smirks at me and drops his hands to my hips.