respond. I know for a fact, which Paige confirmed last night when we played I Never (side note: Why do I remember that and not much that came after?), that sheâs only just had her first kiss. Would she really want her second to be with Anna Marieâs bratty kid brother? Iâm betting no, nope, and heâs got a better chance of seeing a unicorn in the wild.
âHere are my conditions,â Paige finally says, totally surprising me. âYou keep your lips closed at all times, and it lasts no more than three seconds. Four, if youâre very lucky.â
âDone,â agrees Max, fluttering his eyes closed and puckering his lips.
âNot now, dweeb. After we find Anna Marie. How else can I be sure youâll keep up your end of the bargain?â
âWell, how can I be sure you will?â Max shoots back.
âI guess youâll just have to trust me,â says Paige, cocking her head again and fluttering her own eyelashes.
Max sighs and then slowly nods.
âWhatcha want from me?â Veronica asks, stepping closer and bouncing on her heels.
Max looks down at his shoes and is quiet for a long time. Heâs never quiet. His big toe nudges the edge of the step where the carpet is peeling the teeny, tiniest of bits. âJust . . . just be nice to my dad, okay? Since you get to live with him and all.â
I suck in a breath. I did not expect that one. Veronica just gives her usual shrug. âEasy-peasy. Your dad is the best.â
Max nods, still examining the rug. Then he stands, turns, and walks up the steps. I almost feel sort of sorry for him, but when he gets to the top, his evil grin is back as he turns and blows a kiss to Paige. âIâll be waiting, my sweet.â
Paige pretend gags until the door clicks closed.
âOkay, so I think we bought his silence. We have four and a half hours until our parents show up. Although we could have way less time if Mrs. G. decides to come down and check on us. We need to find Anna Marie superfast,â Paige says.
Duh.
âWord,â Veronica agrees.
I fiddle with the strings on the hood of my sweatshirt, pulling them first one way, then the other. Iâm trying extra-hard not to think about the fact that we really donât have any solid clues.
After a second, Paige reaches out and touches the bottom hem of my hoodie. âHold on, you guys. Max isnât the only other person we could ask. Someone else saw us last night.â
âWho?â Veronica asks.
Paige points to my sweatshirt. âFollow me!â she orders.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kobe Bean Bryant
âI canât believe weâre gonna do this,â I say, but no one answers me. Probably because I said it the entire time it took us to change out of our pajamas and tug on our shoes, and also the whole time Veronica tried to convince me to let her draw on an eyebrow using the face paint she brought in case weâd wanted her to teach us how to mime last night. Because âmiming is a lost art and the world needs more of us,â she claimed.
I may or may not have repeated it a few more times as we made our way from the Guerrerosâ basement door and around to the front entrance of Anna Marieâs next-door neighbor Jake Ribano. Jake Ribano. Iâm still repeating it as we stand on his porch, because I canât help myself. I really canât believe weâre gonna do this.
Veronica pushes her way past me. âWhy isnât anyone pressing the button?â
Paige and I exchange a look. Veronica lives two towns over. She has no idea whose doorbell sheâs about to ring.
âYou just . . . You donât understand,â I finally say. âItâs. Jake. Ribano. Heâs, like, all dark and mysterious, and heâs this loner who skateboards and plays an electric guitar and dresses in all black and wears this skull hoodie everywhere. Heâs dangerous. I heard a rumor he called in a bomb threat