Drop Dead Gorgeous (Return to Fear Street Book 3)

Morgan is HOT. She’s so hot, she’s on fire. No, that’s not enough to describe her hotness. Okay, so I’m not a writer. I don’t have a vocabulary to give her full credit for being hot. But take my word, okay?

We were in the front seat of the Camry, going at it pretty well. I mean, we still had our clothes on, but WOW. She was all over the Big Guy.

We held one kiss till I couldn’t breathe—and she still didn’t want to let go! I mean, I was panting like a dog when I finally pulled my lips from hers.

“You’re awesome.” I think that’s what I managed to say, struggling to catch my breath. I tasted metal, like iron or something. I think my lips were bleeding.

That’s how intense Morgan was.

And then her mouth was against mine again, her hands pressing the back of my neck, and she was licking the blood off my lips.

Yes, it was a little weird, but it was so sexy. I mean, I felt chills all over. And I was so gone, I mean so into it, I thought I’d explode.

We were parked behind the old Piggly Wiggly that closed last year. No one ever comes back here. We were in our own world. And trust me, it was an awesome world.

I did wonder—only for a few seconds—why this amazing girl picked me. And I did think about Delia, poor little Delia, who is so sweet and quiet and clingy. Delia’s face seemed to fade away as I wrapped my arms around Morgan and pulled her closer to me.

Good-bye, Delia. It was nice while it lasted.

But Morgan is major-league awesome.

She didn’t shut her eyes when we kissed. Her green eyes locked onto mine. I ran my hand through her copper-colored hair, so smooth and soft.

I uttered a soft gasp as she pulled away suddenly, with a sharp tug of her head. I followed her gaze through the windshield. “Who is that?” Morgan whispered, still holding on to me.

The guy came closer, and I recognized him. Recognized him from his spiky white-blond hair and the weird blank eyes.

Cal.

Delia’s stepbrother.

“It’s . . . Cal,” I murmured.

Morgan squeezed my arm. “Do you know him?”

I didn’t answer. I saw that he had a baseball bat in one hand. He began swinging it as he came close.

“Hey—!” I shouted. I rolled down the window. “Hey—!”

He pointed at me with his free hand. “Didn’t I warn you?” he shouted.

“Warn me? Stop.” I grabbed the handle and shoved open the car door. “Hey—stop. What are you going to do?”

He raised the bat in both hands.

“Stop!” I screamed. “Are you crazy?”

He got this fierce look on his face as he swung the bat down hard on the trunk of the car.

It made a sick, cracking sound as the metal caved in under the smash of the bat.

A deep shudder ran down my back, as if I had been hit.

“Are you crazy? Are you crazy?” I shrieked.

Cal scowled at me, the silvery eyes narrowed. He didn’t say a word.

He raised the bat again and came at me.

“Winks—do something! Stop him!” I heard Morgan’s scream from inside the car. “Stop him. He’s going to kill us!”