What Happened That Summer

Chapter Four

Since we hit nearly 50 reads in under 24 hours of me posting this book, here's another chapter! 

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-I.J.

"You look like someone is after you, Ares," Brayden told his cousin. Ares was tense, especially after Kace had gotten him riled, but mostly because of the detective. That stupid, idiotic man who probably knew nothing about his life or anything past the face he'd obviously been checking out Darcy.

"I'm a little tense, yeah, but that's not because someone might kill me," Ares said.

"Is it that detective that called? What was that about?" Brayden asked.

"Remember when I was seventeen and I went to that hellhole of a camp for delinquents?" Ares muttered.

"Of course I do, you got in trouble for being involved in that fight with, what was his name?" Brayden questioned.

"It was a gang, Bray. There was more than one guy."

"Oh, right. Anyhow, why did the detective want to know about the camp?"

"One of our friends went missing one night, and they just found her body," Ares muttered, nearly inaudible.

"What? Like murder or suicide?"

"She was found dead recently."

"Recently dead or recently found?"

"No, Brayden. She was found buried in the dirt where a new playground was going to be built." Ares snapped. "Sorry," He rubbed his temples. "I'm really high strung."

"How did you know where it was found, Ares?" Brayden inquired.

"Because I asked the Chief of Police and he has a bit of a loose tongue." Ares sighed.

"Oh." Brayden paused. "I was thinking we could go to that diner once again, I haven't properly apologized to Miss Quinn."

"No!" Ares exclaimed, before coughing, "I mean, is it really necessary?"

"Yes," Brayden said and opened the car door. "We're here."

"Can't I stay in the car?" Ares whined, slumping in the leather seat.

"You sound like a teenager going through puberty at the moment, Ares. Also, you must apologize too, you were acting inappropriately. I mean asking her for her number? Horrible flirting? I expect a sincere apology, Ares."

"You're not my mother, Brayden."

"But I am your ride home unless you want to walk in the rain."

A pause. "Have I told you how much I hate your reasoning lately?"

"Just enough for me to know it's working. Come on." Brayden smiled, that million-dollar, in front of a magazine cover smile.

Ares groaned before reluctantly getting out of the car. He noticed Darcy cleaning some tabletops. "See, she's closing up! We wouldn't want to bother her, would we? That's pretty rude, keeping her at work longer than she has to."

"Stop stalling and walk."

"It says closed, Brayden." It didn't, but Brayden didn't have the best vision, so he didn't need to know that. "Maybe they're closing early today."

"Just walk, you liar," Brayden said, his hand firmly gripping Ares's shoulder.

"Do you see anyone eating? No? Yeah, I know. That means they're closed."