Maisie
Lyon and I skipped school after he kissed me.
I was well aware of how far I'd fallen, because Maisie Adams would never have decided to skip school on purpose. Maisie Adams also wouldn't let her best friend's brother kiss her breathless against the library shelves. Neither would she have hopped on the back of his superbike without a helmet and let him take her across town, going far beyond the Night Shade territory.
Worse yet, Maisie Adeline Adams, would never have gone to a club.
But I was feeling lethargic.
Something in me was rebelling, and it decided the burn of alcohol and the heavy thumping of the bass in the air was just what it needed to fuel that feeling.
"Get down from there, Mace. Fuck," Lyon groaned as I unzipped my jacket and threw it at the crowd of writhing bodies below the table. "I only looked away for one bloody second."
He looked agitated.
I found that hilarious. He did bring me here, after all.
