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gazed up at him, his warm breath grazed my cheek. “I offer to carry you home.”
    His words made me want to snuggle my face into his neck and cry, an urge swiftly to be quashed.”
    No,” I insisted. “It’s just a scrape and even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t let you carry me home.”
    Rom nodded and lowered me to my feet.
    “Hey,” a male voice boomed from the window. “Who gave you permission to be here?”
    Crap. We’d been caught. A myriad of punishments, including loss of my new phone, flashed before my eyes.
    The flashlight belonging to the voice wavered as someone entered through the window. My hand went up to block the blinding light. One figure then three more came over the sill and into the room. Their shadows lurched closer.
    “Trespassing is a crime,” the voice said. “You are in big trouble.”
    We all seemed frozen, awaiting judgment. But then the unknown entrants snickered. The police wouldn’t laugh like that. As they moved closer our flashlight beams illuminated Billy Broadrick, Quinn Newton and their crew of spelunkers, the BQs. And it seemed they had a new member: my stepsister Juliette.
    “Oh ho. If it isn’t the reeks.” Billy crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Reeks?” Senji asked.
    “Reeks. Retard geeks. And of course you smell. Get it?”
    “Yeah,” Quinn said. “Haha. Good one.” He held up his hand and Billy smacked it in a high five.
    “Or should I call you squares.” Billy chuckled. “Isn’t that what you call yourselves? The squares?”
    “Yeah. Squares. That’s fitting,” Quinn said. His laugh had a staccato bark quality. “Boo-fricken-yah.”
    Great. Hadn’t I told Senji that the name mc²   was a problem? Why did we need a name anyway?
    “Well, if it isn’t the BQs,” I drawled. “Doesn’t that stand for Beauty Queens—emphasis on queens?”
    “It stands for Billy and Quinn.” Billy spoke through clenched teeth. “I don’t recall giving you squares permission to be here.”
    “We don’t need your stinking permission,” Senji said.
    Billy strode forward to within inches of Senji, towering over him. “Is that right?”
    “Ummm.” Senji stared into the wall of muscle in front of him. “That’s right.”
    “We were just on our way to the morgue,” I announced.
    “Ha. We were just there,” Quinn claimed from over Billy’s shoulder.
    “You were not,” Franky scoffed. “Y’all just came through the window. The morgue’s somewhere in the basement.”
    “Well, that’s where we’re going now and we aren’t having any reeks polluting our atmosphere,” Quinn said. “If you go now there won’t be any reek bloodshed.”
    “You.” Billy pointed to Rom and walked over to him. “You can stay, man. You’re new and probably didn’t know we have the cool crew.” Billy offered a handshake.
    Rom ignored his outstretched hand. “I have preference for mc².”
    I could have kissed him for that—or just because he was ultra hot—but especially for the look on Billy’s face. Like he’d swallowed rotten fish.
    “Okay, man. It’s your funeral.” Billy’s hand fell. “And if you squares don’t leave right now the funeral will be tonight.”
    “Whatever,” Franky commented.
    When Billy made a forward move, Juliette approached from behind and put a hand on his back. “Let’s go, sugar. I don’t want a fight with my sister. We can come back another time.” She cast a smile in my direction.
    Hating her would have been so much easier if she wasn’t so blasted sweet.
    “Don’t do me any favors. Your boyfriend doesn’t scare me.”
    “How about a challenge,” Senji said. “A race. First member to tag the morgue wins for his or her crew. Winner takes all.”
    “What does that mean?” Quinn asked.
    “Winning crew gets dominance and chooses sites without future interference from the other crew.”
    “You’re on,” Billy said with a sly smile. Clearly, he thought his band of jocks would win a race against a bunch of losers.
    Rom