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“Look, I know I don’t know you, but I do know brothers,” Noah says to me over the roof of the car.
I pull on my shirt, avoiding his gaze.
“And I have one who hid behind bravado like Kade a lot,” he tells me. “Hid being the key word there.”
I slam the car door and meet his eyes. “So?”
“What you’re seeing and hearing from him…” He holds my gaze. “I guarantee you, is to hide a problem that has nothing to do with a girl.”
So, what does that mean?
He used Dylan as a way to hurt me? Why?
I never hurt him. He has a charmed life. Two amazing parents. Lots of friends. What problemsdoes Kade have?
Noah leaves, and I’m left standing there in the middle of all the cars drowning in fog.
All of these vehicles were on the road when the dam collapsed during the storm twenty-two years ago. The traffic was bad, because of evacuations, and people literally had to climb out and run. When the water receded, they moved the cars off the road and meant to junk them later, but never did. So many people never came back. The town forgot.
All of the homes had families once, but most of the owners of these cars have moved on, their lives completely different than the last time they sat in them.
Shit can change really quickly. One second, you have a life, and the next, everything you own is gone.
For the past year, I’ve operated under the assumption that Kade and I would come back from this. Once I showed him that I was just as strong on the field, he would respect me.
What if that never happens?
And what if, in the process, I hurt Dylan, the best friend I’ve ever had?
I drive home as fast as I can, finding Knock Hill covered with cars.
People gather in the street, and every light in my grandfather’s house is on.
I park and walk up the steps, my heart hammering at the idea of seeing her inside. He said he was getting her drunk tonight.
Opening the front door, I enter the house, my ears filled with the music pounding out of the speakers that Farrow has positioned all over the living room. I step into the foyer, gazing around at Calvin, Mace, Arlet, Luca, and Coral at the dining room table on my left.
None of them are drinking. Or smiling.
But excited chatter and laughter goes off to my right, and I glance at Farrow sitting in the high-back chair, the guys and several other students at our school hanging around.
“Hi, Hunter,” some girl chirps.
I ignore her, fixing my gaze on Farrow.
“I wasn’t in on it,” he says.
“I know.”
It was Mace and the rest of them sitting at the table right now. Farrow has them in timeout.
“Where is she?” I ask him.
“Just went to take a shower.” He jerks his chin in the direction of her house next door. “I gave her a bottle.”
I go up to my room, close the door, and stand there for about three seconds before I snatch her vibrator out of my desk drawer.
It’s still her birthday.
