“You know,” he says as he digs through it until he finds a perfect whole chip, “it’s kind of like I called your bluff right there. I feel like this can only mean good things for the game ahead.”

“Sure, that plus my beginner’s luck being over,” I say with a flutter of my lashes.

“Oh, you know what?” he says with a grin that definitely means trouble. “I forgot—Matt and I came up with the perfect next task for your Bad Girl list. Community service got me inspired.”

“Let me guess.” I grab back the bag and take another chip. “You want me to burn down the forest?”

“Of course not,” Salem says with a snort. He glances up at Matt, who comes over and drops a box on the table in front of me. “We want you to refill the condom stash.”

Chapter Thirteen

I MAY NOT HAVE BEEN UP for Truth or Dare in the woods, but I am absolutely kicking ass at the Badass Treasure Hunt list devised and financed by Matt and Salem. It helps that I’ve brought a backpack, so no one else on Camden’s Target shuttle will have to see what I’m carrying back. Oh, and that I’m wearing dark sunglasses, so I don’t have to make eye contact with anyone. But still! I’m doing it!

Condoms? Check.

Lube? Flavored and unflavored.

Tampons? Okay, not exactly a “badass” thing, but Salem did point out that he would not be playing midnight messenger boy again, and those Lockwood tampons are the awful cardboard kind.

And finally, the most badass item of them all (but only because I flat-out refused to attempt to buy a vibrator at Target): snacks.

When I’ve finished filling my basket, I rest it on the floor and take a picture for Matt and Salem, making sure the copious amounts of condoms and lube are highly visible. “Who’s a good girl now?” I mutter as I shift to get it from different angles.

“Am I interrupting something?”

The surprise of Heather Cherette’s voice in my ear has me dropping my phone into the basket, and I carefully retrieve it from the condom-box nest. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” she says, glancing down at the basket, her eyes widening.

“I didn’t see you on the shuttle.” I debate covering up the contents of my basket, but I suspect that ship has sailed. I settle for taking off my sunglasses instead, so I look like slightly less of a weirdo.

“Yeah, I made it at the last second. Realized I could use a few things.”

Reflexively, I glance at her basket. It’s completely empty.

“Right,” she says, her cheeks flushing pink. “So, I’m having some trouble picking out those things, and you seem…” Her eyes flicker to my basket, then back up. “Um. Could you help me, maybe?”