Free Gargoyle: A Reawakening (Briarcliff Series, #2) by Lorraine Beaumont Page A

t-shirt,” Colton said laughingly.
    “ Yeah right, I don’t want
it fingered up.” He gave Colton a scathing look. “Who knows where
your damn hands have been.”
    Colton bit back a nasty retort. He was going
to say they had been all over Moriah’s sidekick, but then saw the
look Moriah gave him. Her pretty, dark blue eyes were seething as
she gave him an evil glare. He wondered what in the hell that chick
Edie had said to her. Not that he really cared, except after he had
left her high and dry, something completely messed up happened to
him. He was headed down the mountain when he saw someone or
something jump out in front of his car. He slammed on his breaks;
he thought for sure he had hit whatever it was, but when he got out
of his car, nothing was there.
    Much later, he woke up in his car, his head
pounding, and his clothes were missing, with the exception of his
skivvies and socks. It freaked him out really bad. “Sorry dude. I
was just messing around,” Colton said, stepping away awkwardly.
    “ Right,” Kingston said
finally, readjusting his shirt as he watched Colton walk back over
to Heather. She looked good. Kingston wondered what she was doing
with Colton.
    Moriah turned and looked
up at Kingston. He was staring at Heather. Her heart sank. Heather
looked great. Her long black hair tumbled down her back in heavy
waves, nearly touching the waist of her overpriced designer jeans.
She had on a pair of sweet black boots and a low-v neck t-shirt
exposing most of her tits to the world. Her jacket was cool too…it
was short, cropped at the waist. She oozed sophistication, reeking
of wealth. Moriah looked down at her own outfit. It was completely
generic compared to Heathers. She rolled her eyes and turned away
before she vomited all over herself. Watching perfect Heather fling
her perfect hair around, wearing her perfect clothes was making
Moriah perfectly sick. Bitch .
    “ Hey Moriah,” Evie
whispered in her ear, grabbing her shoulders.
    Moriah jumped, turning quickly, holding her
hand over her chest. “Shit Evie, you scared me.”
    “ Sure I did,” she said,
knowing she wasn’t what was scaring Moriah. “What are you looking
at?” she asked, raising her brow. Moriah was busted. Evie saw her
gawking over at Kingston while he checked out Heather, her
expression forlorn. It amazed Evie that she still felt inadequate
near Heather. Money wasn’t everything, but Moriah was always
insecure about that, especially since she had started seeing
Kingston—it kind of pissed Evie off. Money didn’t make the person,
and Moriah had a lot of shit going for her that money could never
buy. Kingston was the lucky one, not the other way around. Moriah
would never see it that way though—her mom messed with her mind way
too much. She was really into money.
    Evie glanced across the drive towards
Colton. He looked perfect, as usual and was busy salivating all
over Heather. She made a face. She bet his ass knew Heather’s name.
She tried to pretend like she didn’t care. He could poke Heather
with his thingy. But watching them laugh with one another made her
stomach drop. Who was she kidding? She felt just as inadequate as
Moriah—probably even a bit more. That was it she couldn’t take it
anymore. “I’m getting a drink. You want one?” she asked, turning
towards Moriah.
    “ Yeah, thanks,” she said
absently, still staring at Kingston.
    “ You wanna come with?” Evie
asked, hoping she would.
    “ Nah, I’m good.”
    “ Okie
dokie be back in a bit.” She gave Moriah one last glance then took
off across the drive, purposely taking the long way to avoid
passing Colton. The ground was already becoming heavily littered
with red plastic cups. She cut across the front of the stage,
dodging another cup, weaving through the crowd of people gathering
there. The music was about to start. The
Fantasy Defender was about to hit the
stage. Evie loved their music too. It reminded her of Garbage with a heavier
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