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She’ll have Shelburne Falls High to herself, without any Trents or Caruthers for three years.
“Things will get better,” I tell her.
Although, I doubt A.J. or James would take issue with her the way Kade has. He’s her burden, more so than I think he lets us know, because he knows we don’t like his behavior toward her. Still though, it’ll be nice for her not to hear our names in the hallway, even if sometimes, I wish we were closer in age. Being in the same schools for longer growing up, I might’ve been able to shield her more from him.
The sky, thick with clouds, hangs low, charging the air with the scent of rain. Locks of hair whip across my face, and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes.
“Drink?” I hear Coral offer, nudging my arm.
Hell yeah. But not yet.
“Tomorrow,” I tell her, opening my eyes. “Storm’s coming.”
I think there’ll be a party.
I look over the edge again, remembering what the teacher said about how Conor waited for a stormy night. Maybe hoping his body would be lost to the current.
“Water’s rising.” I smile to myself.
I should stay away from the river tomorrow, in case they try to get rid of me for good.
I head for the car again.
Coral starts to speak as she follows me, “Hey, so, uh…we’re sorry, okay?”
Sorry?
“For what?” I glance over my shoulder, opening the driver’s side door. “Trying to get me arrested? Kidnapping me? Running me off the road?”
“Again, that wasn’t us,” Mace chimes in. “It was the Pirates.”
“It was kind of us,” Coral adds. “I mean, we were chasing her too.”
Mace rolls her eyes at her friend because she’s not helping. I laugh under my breath.
“Sorry for scaring you,” Coral finally states.
“Farrow’s making you guys apologize?”
“Yes,” Mace replies quickly.
I laugh again.
“But…” Coral points her tumbler at me. “The roller skating was fun and the fireworks.”
“And you always seem up for anything,” Mace allows. “And you’re not afraid of fun costing a price. I like that.”
“And thanks for being kind to Codi,” Coral adds.
I look around, realizing she’s not here. Neither is Arlet.
“You don’t need to give her money, though,” Mace points out. “We’re taking care of her.”
I’m not sure how they knew about that. I only slipped a couple of twenties into her hoodie pocket, but I guess it wasn’t my place to take care of one of theirs. At least not yet.
We climb into the car, and I start the engine.
“What do you guys normally do on Saturday nights?” I ask, thinking about tomorrow.
