I fight the urge to jerk away from them. I need their intel. “Where’s Jo?”
“What’s it to you?” Twin A asks.
“Yeah, why do you even care?” Twin B adds.
I glance from one to the other. Frankly, I haven’t the foggiest idea who’s who. I’ve never been able to tell them apart, even after six years of classes together.
Directing my gaze at Twin A, I take a shot in the dark. “Odette, where’s Jo?”
“I’m Ophelia!”
“Sorry.Ophelia, where’s Jo?”
“She’s busy.”
My brows lift. “What the fuck does that mean?”
They shrug in perfect sync.
Annoyed, I extract myself from their arms and back up a pace. “Look, I’m not interested in whatever game you two are playing here. Just tell me where my friend is.”
Odette’s face scrunches into a prissy expression. “From what we hear, calling the two of youfriendsis no longer accurate.”
I stiffen. “Excuse me?”
“Josie told us you two are barely speaking, these days,” Ophelia informs me with a bit too much satisfaction. “So why would we tell you where she is? I doubt she wants you showing up, ruining her night.”
Odette harrumphs her agreement. “Apparently, you’ve ruined quite enough already.”
“Since when does Jo confide anything in the two of you?” I ask skeptically. It’s hard to imagine Josephine Valentine has a single thing in common with either of them.
“Sincenow.” Ophelia smirks. “What are you, like, jealous she’s finally got someone besides you to hang out with?”
“More like concerned. I know how much trouble you get yourselves into.”
Last summer, Odette had her license revoked within weeks of receiving it after she totaled two cars while high on Adderall; in the winter, Ophelia got caught cheating on the SATs and had to bribe her way into Wesleyan with an astronomical donation, courtesy of her parents. They’re the kind of kids who grew up with so much money, ‘struggle’was just a word in the dictionary.
I guess mistakes don’t really have repercussions when your father is a billionaire.
Ophelia rolls her eyes. “Oh, please, Archer. Just because you’ve spent your whole life putting Josie on a pedestal doesn’t mean we’re required to.”
They’re calling herJosie? I bet she hates that.
“She’s not some fragile relic to be viewed from six feet away. She is entitled to have some fun.” Odette runs a finger down my chest. Her glossy lips are slightly parted as she holds my stare. “Maybe you should try it sometime.” She glances coyly at her twin. “We can bereallyfun. Isn’t that right, O?”
I grab her wrist and fling it away from me. “Knock it off.”
“Touchy, touchy.”
“Josie’s our friend. And you’d better get use to it.” Ophelia pulls a compact vaporizer pen from her cleavage and takes a puff. “Because we protect our friends from douchey boys who don’t appreciate them.”
My patience is wearing dangerously thin. “How much I appreciate Jo is really none of your business.”
They shrug in unison. “It is if you want to know where she went.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“I do appreciate her,” I growl. “More than you’ll ever know.”