Wicked Games by Sean Olin Read Free Book Online

short hair matted with bedhead. He was shirtless, barefoot, wearing only a bright yellow swimsuit festooned with blue palm trees.
    Jules was up and slammed shut into the bathroom with her clothes before he could say, “Oh! Shit!”
    Jeff’s trash bag full of empty beer cans fell to the floor. He lifted his Ray-Bans onto his forehead and his bloodshot eyes bugged out of his head as he stared at Carter in disbelief.
    “Wow,” he said. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

7
    After Jules left, Carter sat with Jeff by the edge of the pool, dangling his legs in the cool, clear water.
    “But, man. Lilah. She’s totally wound up already. Can you imagine how she’s going to react to this?” he asked. Part of him thought that the best thing to do at this particular moment would be to drown himself in the chlorinated water—at least then he wouldn’t have to face her.
    “Just don’t tell her,” Jeff said. “I sure as hell am not going to say anything.”
    Carter shook his head wearily. He resisted the urge to unload the secrets only he and Lilah knew about the depths of her depression after the swim-team blowup.Instead he cupped a handful of water in his hand and splashed it on his face, hoping this might help him think more clearly. “It’s not that simple,” he said.
    “You’re eighteen years old, dude. These are your best years. You’re smart. You’re good-looking. Chicks are gonna be into you. And you know, that’s a good thing.” He punched Carter lightly on the arm. “I gotta hand it to you, though, bro. That Jules is way above your weight class. If I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes, I’d never believe you could bag someone like that. You know what I mean? Hot chicks are my thing. You’re the old married guy. But, yo, I guess not so much, huh?”
    This was just like Jeff. He could be so crude sometimes. And even though Carter knew his friend was trying to be funny—playing his part as the freewheeling hedonist he thought he should be, and talking tough in a way he would never dare to act—he wasn’t in the mood for jokes right this moment.
    “Come on, man,” he said. “I’m trying to be serious.”
    Jeff sized him up for a few seconds, studied the misery clouding his face. “Okay, being serious,” he said. “Whatever happens, you’re going to live. I mean, you know that, right? Either you’ll stay with Lilah and try to forget about last night, or you’ll finally leave her and then you’ll be a free man. You want to know what I really think?”
    Carter shrugged. “Sure.”
    “I think maybe this could be a wake-up call for you. I’ve always thought you could do better than Lilah, if you weren’t so scared of trying.”
    “I take it back,” Carter said. “I don’t think I do want to hear what you think.”
    “I’m serious, dude. Sometimes I wonder if you even still like her. It’s not like the two of you are feeding your larger lives . . . you know what I mean? Except for last night—and look at how that worked out. When was the last time the two of you hung out in public together? Sometimes it seems like you’re just still with her because you’ve been dating her so long you don’t know how to do anything else.”
    “That’s not fair,” said Carter. He was wishing he’d asked someone else for advice, but there was no one he trusted more than he trusted Jeff. And since Jeff had walked in on the scene of the crime . . .
    “Whatever. I’m not trying to be a dick, Carter. I’m just saying.”
    Carter slipped his hand into the water and waggled it around.
    “Anyway, it doesn’t matter,” said Jeff. “What we really should be talking about is your cover story.”
    Jeff slid into the pool and swam out a couple yards. He doused his sunglasses and then put them on. Treading water, he turned to Carter and said, “The best lies are ones that keep close to the truth, so really, it’s simple.After Kaily and Teresa took Lilah home, you hung out with me and the