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after a while. I have a chemistry test coming up and there's no way I'm going to pass it."
    "Liar." I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone, checking to see if my mother had left another message. I hadn't spoken to her in two months, which normally wouldn't be a problem, but guilt coated my insides. What did she need the last time she texted? Why hadn't I responded? Surely if it were serious she would have pushed the issue of me coming by to see her. Right?
    Fuck.
    "I'm pretty good at science. I can help," Aubrey offered.
    "I might take you up on it." Clara waved and walked off.
    "I'll be right back. I need to get a piece of fruit or something. You guys want anything?" I moved away from the table, but paused, hoping no one would need anything. No one did.
    "We're going to the football game next time they have a home game. You need to come with us." Jayce lifted his eyebrow as I crossed my arms over my chest.
    "I thought we were protesting the football games because of Brody." I glanced over at Emily.
    "Nope. He's an asshole, and I'm done with him." She shrugged. "I think we should go to all the events if we're able to. It's a great way for you guys to hang out together without having to spend money."
    "I'm down." Jacob sat down next to her. "Besides, we have Brody's little brother at Omega now. The kid is nothing like his asshole brother."
    "Is he a freshman?" Aubrey asked.
    "Yeah. His name is Talon." Jacob glanced up toward Jayce. "We just need Mr. All-Around sports guy to join us."
    "It's just hockey and baseball. No biggie." Jayce's cheeks colored, leaving him close to adorable.
    "Are you really going to do both?" Emily asked as I turned and walked back toward the cafeteria line. I'd be there all day listening to their round-robin conversation style if I let myself. I had a good group of friends. Now to force myself to open up a little more to them and get to know them better.
    I pulled out my phone and called my mom only to have the call go to voice-mail. I went for a text instead.
     
    Me: Hey. Aubrey said you've been out for two weeks. What's going on? Cold or something?
    Mom: I'm fine.
    Me: You sure?
    Mom: Yes.
     
    I stared at the phone for a few more minutes before letting out a long sigh and tucking it into my back pocket. If she didn't want to talk about it, I sure as hell wasn't going to force her to. If she needed me, she knew where to find me.
    The guilt and worry would subside. Time and distance would take care of that. At least it had for most of my life growing up under her staunch disapproval.
    Nothing was good enough for my mother. Least of all me.

Chapter 5
    Micah
     
     
    "They found what? When? Ugh. What the fuck?" Jacob paced the floor in front of the refrigerator as I sat at the kitchen table. "Why does this shit keep happening? I swear to God I'm going to strangle whoever the fuck keeps setting us up. Mark my words."
    "Right, and your anger is going to cause us to have to shut the doors. The reason you didn't get all the details yesterday at the police station is because your happy ass was escorted out. You can't keep blowing up at everyone." I brushed my fingers down my face. "We'll figure this out, but our best bet is to let the cops do whatever they need to do in order to wrap up their investigations. We know that someone called them to come search the house, and whoever did that shit planted the paraphernalia."
    "But why not plant the weed?" He stopped and put his hands on his hips. "This makes no sense to me."
    "Because they're just fucking with us, Jacob." I stood up and walked to the fridge to pull out a beer. "Are we still planning on having the party tonight?"
    "Yes. Until they shut the fucking door and slam my dick in it, we're going to live like any Omega brother should. Freely." He barked the last word and walked out of the kitchen.
    I was used to his antics, and understood his aggravation more than he realized, but there was no telling him anything. He was in a mood, and something told