Chapter 13-P4

He was reading Wuthering Heights. Marley suddenly remembered that he bought it on their rest stop and had started reading it on the bus Sunday. She had forgotten all about it after a few days because she hasn't seen him with it since. He was reading it all this time, by where in the pages he held the book open. "Am I still drunk or is Aiden Matthews reading?" Sarah pushed her fingers under her sunglasses to rub her eyes a few times. Marley knew she wasn't feeling great by the simple fact that Sarah hasn't belted out any song lyrics. At all. It was kind of unnerving. "God, what was in those edibles?" Bree muttered. Marley turned to look at the girls, in full offence, "Playing football and being popular doesn't mean he isn't smart or that he doesn't read." "I bet he paid a nerd to take his test," Tristan chimed in with what was probably the roughest voice of the century. Marley raised her eyebrows. She was lean