The Liars Beneath: A YA thriller by Heather Van Fleet

Author:Heather Van Fleet [Van Fleet, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781953944641
Publisher: Wise Wolf Books
Published: 2022-01-27T06:00:00+00:00

May

Three months ago

Bucket list #70

The bell rang already, signaling the beginning of sixth period. By all rights, I should’ve been in class, but I’d didn’t have my notebook for World Studies. The doors to all the rooms were already locked, and the only people in the halls were the monitors. I showed one of them my hall pass, then headed to my locker around the corner.

As I turned down C-wing, something caught my eye at my locker. Someone was more like it. A tall, familiar guy I hadn’t been expecting to see. Travis.

Arms folded, he leaned back against the metal, flashing an effortless smirk when he spotted me. “Looking for this?” He pulled my green notebook out from behind his back, waving it.

My stomach twisted with what I was seeing, yet I kept my pace steady and walked the rest of the way toward him, stopping just a few feet back. I held my hand out, proud that my voice stayed even. “Give it to me.”

“Aww, doll.” He laughed. “Don’t be like that.”

His stupid name, like always, had the self-conscious part of me wanting to straighten my bangs. Still, I was better without him. The best I’d been in a very long time.

“What do you want, Travis?”

“You.” He lifted his brows. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“Not happening.” I wiggled my outstretched fingers. “Now give me. My notebook.”

He leaned away from the locker, holding it out. But when I reached for it again, he snatched it back and grabbed my arm instead, holding me against him.

“Stop it,” I hissed, struggling to break free.

“Kiss me, and I’ll give it to you.” He licked his lips, eying my mouth.

“No.”

He quirked a brow. “You’ll be sorry if you tell me no.”

I yanked myself out of his hold and hissed. “Go to hell.”

The notebook was so not freaking worth it at this point, so I huffed and turned to leave down the hall, back to class, only for him to say, “Bucket list number seventy.”

I laid a palm over my belly. On the balls of my feet, I slowly turned back around, eyes narrowing.

Oh god. No.

“Where’d you get that?” And when had Rose added that stupid number seventy back?

“Does it matter?” He tipped his head to one side. “I’ve never been a bucket list item before though, let alone been part of one.” He winked. “And neither has—”

“Shut up.” My eyes widened. Not taking the time to second-guess my actions, I leapt forward to try and grab the list from his fingers, but he dropped the notebook and held the single piece of paper above his head now. He’d ripped it out.

“Give it to me.” I clawed at his shirt, his neck, panic my driving force.

Rose was going to freaking kill me. My parents would kill me. The school would kill us. The softball coach would kick us off the team. That list was a book of evidence for all the bad stuff we’d done in life.

“You’re gonna have to jump a little higher if you really want it.

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