Free Deception (Dirty Secrets #2) by Mercy Amare Page A

and wrinkle my nose. “Gross, no. I am so not interested in Daisy’s sloppy seconds.”
    “That narrows down at least eighty percent of the guys at our school,” Jace says. “I’m not even kidding, every guy on the football team besides Trey, Solomon, and me has hooked up with her. And I know you don’t have a crush on Solomon.”
    Jace is right. Solomon is a linebacker. He weighs about 350 pounds and only showers once a month. He definitely does not hold my affections.
    “Well, it’s definitely not Solomon or my brother.”
    “I seriously have no idea.”
    “Did you ask Trey?”
    Jace raises an eyebrow at me. “Are you kidding? Trey won’t tell me. It’s like some kind of twin code thing. It’s more serious than even bro code.”
    “Bro code?” I laugh. “Well, you are just going to have to figure it out on your own.”
    “Somebody that goes to our school and hasn’t slept with Daisy.” He taps his chin with his finger. “I will figure it out.”
    I doubt it. Because I don’t think I could be more obvious.
    “It’s hard, because the only guys you hang out with are Landry, Mason, Robbie and Luke. And all four of them have slept with Daisy, so I can mark them off the list,” he says. “You know, maybe this guy would know you liked him if you talked to him.”
    I grin at his persistence. “I do talk to him. Everyday.”
    “Is he in our English class?”
    I nod. “He is.”
    Jace smiles. “I will figure it out. Tomorrow.”
    “Good luck with that.”
    My bedroom door cracks open, and Trey sticks his head in. He smiles when he sees Jace sitting on my bed with me.
    “I was wondering where the two of you were,” Trey says, then looks at Jace. “You flirting with my sister, man?”
    “You know it,” Jace says. “And she’s rejecting me, like she always does.”
    Trey snorts. “Dude, I highly doubt she would reject you.”
    I narrow my eyes and glare at Trey.
    “She’s in love with somebody else,” Jace says.
    Trey leans against the wall inside my door and the corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk. “Oh, is she?”
    “Yeah, but she won’t tell me who. Do you know who?”
    Trey nods. “She’s my sister. Of course I know.”
    “Who?” Jace asks. “All I know is he’s in our English class and he hasn’t slept with Daisy.”
    “That pretty much narrows it down to like one guy,” Trey says.
    I cough. “You know, I am so over having this conversation.”
    “Fine. We will stop torturing you,” Trey says. “Since you weren’t here, I made dinner.”
    “You cooked?” I ask, not able to believe my ears.
    “I made sandwiches. And chips.”
    I laugh. “That’s not considered cooking.”
    “Whatever. It’s all on the table if you want to come down,” he says.
    “I think I will skip dinner tonight,” I tell him. “My stomach isn’t feeling so great.”
    “Okay,” Trey says. “I’ll come check on your before bed.”
    “Thanks.”
    Trey and Jace vacate my room, and I roll onto my side. I’m grateful for the distraction, but now that they’re gone I can only think of one thing — Daisy. I hope she’s okay, because as much as I don’t like that girl, I don’t want her to die.

    8pm
    Dang lamb curry.

    I need the guidance of somebody smarter. Somebody who has the wisdom of a lifetime.
    I need to talk to my grandma.
    I open my laptop and go to Facebook. She’s online, so I message her.

    Me: How do you know what the right thing to do is?

    Margret Grey: Well, you don’t always. Sometimes in life, you’ve just got to go with your gut and hope for the best. Sometimes it works out great (like marrying your grandpa). Sometimes it doesn’t (like the decision to eat lamb curry last night… I’m still suffering from that one).

    Me: Ew, Grandma. I so didn’t need to know that.
    Me: What if the choice could mean life or death?

    Margret Grey: You’re not pregnant, are you? Because I can’t answer for you — life or death. That’s your decision. But if your mom kicks