The Diary of Lexi Ashford (Lexi Ashford: Part One) by Jessica Sorensen Read Free Book Online Page A

get high on some pie. ”
    “I wasn’t popular, not even close.” Evan heads for the entrance of the tent. “And I don’t hate you, not at all.”
    The way he says it, as if we shared some sort of connection, drives me absolutely mad, I tell you! Come on, Lexi; figure it out!
    “I’ll figure this out, Sexy Stranger,” I say. “I’m starting an investigation as soon as I get home, and let me tell you; I’m like freakin’ Veronica Mars, dude.”
    He chuckles, shaking his head before ducking into the tent.
    I stroll away, smiling and vowing to myself that I’ll figure this mystery out.
     

Chapter 7
     
    I make it a whole ten feet from the tent before Carrie Lynn darts toward me, flailing her arms in the air.
    “Lexi! Yoo-hoo! I need to talk to you.”
    I flip a U-turn and scramble in the opposite direction.
    “Lexi Ashford, are you running away from me?” A high-pitched laugh mixed with a squeal bursts from her lips. “You’re so funny! I forgot how funny you are.”
    I veer right, swinging around to the back of the tent, quickening my pace to a sprint. I push past a few people who say my name and ask what I’m doing, but I just wave at them as I round the tent, coming up on the other side. When I’ve almost done a full circle, I sprint like hell for the parking lot.
    I parked at the very back, which leaves rows and rows of cars to hide me. I stuff my hands into my pocket to dig my keys out, but I can’t find them. So, I search my jacket pockets and pat my back pockets, but nope. No keys.
    I look through the car window, and sure enough, there they are, hanging from the ignition. I cast a glance around the parking lot, searching for a head of teased, blonde hair.
    When I don’t spot it anywhere, I relax a smidgeon and think of a game plan. Pick the lock? Sure, I’ll get right on that. I could go ask my dad if he by chance has my spare key in his car, but that means going back to the tent. The sunroof is halfway open, but the gap is a little on the small side. I could just stand here. I mean, it’s a warm day and everyone has migrated to the tent.
    “Hey, Lexi. Carrie Lynn’s looking for you,” Davis, Carrie Lynn’s younger brother, approaches my car with his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans.
    “Oh, is she?” I play dumb. “I actually have to take off. I have a couple of things to do.” I prop my boot on the tire and hoist myself onto the hood of the car. Scaling up the window, I sit down on the roof and dangle my legs through the sunroof. It’s a snug fit, and my ass gets stuck.
    “Do you need some help?” Davis asks, restraining a laugh.
    “Nope. I got it.” Suck it in. Suck it in. I hop up and down, trapping my breath in my chest as I shimmy my hips—
    I slip through and my foot slips off the console. I fall backward, kicking the horn and banging my head on the backseat. I hurry and sit up, smoothing my hair into place.
    “Are you okay?” Davis peers through the window at me.
    I clumsily climb into the driver’s seat. “Yep! Just great.” I roll down the window. “Davis, as one fellow nerd to another, can you do me a solid?”
    He arches a brow at me, eyeing me over with distrust. “Since when am I a nerd?”
    “Remember when you used to wear those goggles to school … You know what, never mind. Just please don’t tell your sister where I am. It would really mean a lot to me.”
    He contemplates my offer, rubbing his jawline. “I might keep my mouth shut if you give me something in return.”
    Oh, I so don’t like the wicked tone of his voice. Why do I have a feeling this is about to get a little dirty?
    I smile sweetly. “Just as long as that something doesn’t contain the words blow, kiss, suck, rub, or touch.” When he pulls a guilty face, I point a finger at him. “Yeah, I know how your mind works. I remember that little stunt in the cafeteria you pulled with frosting and saran wrap.”
    “It was never proven that I was involved with that.”
    “Yeah, because