“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I said when Trent pulled Brad’s head up by his hair and Ivy took a step closer. “Come on, guys. We’re probably still on a camera.” “I know a basement with a dirt floor,” Pike said, and Trent glanced at me hopefully. “Good Lord, no,” I said firmly as I swung my bag around. “I have an idea. One that might serve us twice.” “Still the fun-sponge,” Ivy said with a sigh, and Trent eased his grip on Brad’s hair. Yep, all my friends were savages. Sometimes I wondered what that made me.
