I’m smart so I’ll find a career if football doesn’t pan out. But if football is gone, I can’t lose the guys and Harper.
Caden
I usually leave spare clothes at Jack’s, but I also need to check in on Ava, so I head home after the practice. Coach Turner hasn’t made any obvious moves toward Jack. Maybe Coach really isn’t doing this to get closer to him.
My parents are somewhere in the house, so I avoid the downstairs and take the back stairs to the second floor. I stop at Ava’s door and tap lightly on it.
It’s before noon, which means she might not even be awake.
When she doesn’t answer, I open the door and step in. Her bed is made and it looks like she hasn’t even been home. Fuck.
I dial and walk to my room while I listen to it ring. I also pull up my phone tracking app I installed on her phone. She must have it shut off or hasn’t used it. I send a quick text to her to hopefully ping her phone.
“Call your guys. My sister isn’t home.”
Luke sighs. “Let me see what’s going on.”
“Yeah, they best not have fucked up.” Or worse. Fuck. We all know Ava isn’t innocent, but I’d hope she’d do better after what happened to her. “Do we have any eyes on Tanner?”
We didn’t go to the party last night, which meant anyone could have been there.
“Mike Cook is supposed to be watching Tanner. I’ll have Jack check in with him.” Luke pauses. “What do you want to do?”
We’re all supposed to head over to Harper’s and leave from there. I thread my hand through my hair and tug on it.
“Once I have eyes on her, we’ll be good.”
“You got it. I’ll let you know what I find out.” Luke hangs up.
I stand in the middle of my bedroom and take a deep breath. I love my sister, but sometimes she drives me fucking crazy. If my parents would be actual parents instead of just providing money, this would all be so much easier.
Fuck this.
I pack a duffle bag for tonight. When I stop at my nightstand to grab lube, I bump my light and it falls onto the floor. Sighing, I bend over to pick it up and catch a flash of reflected light.
What the fuck. I turn the lamp over and find a little camera attached to the shade. I set it down and sit on the edge of my bed.
Me:
There’s a fucking camera in my room
Jack:
Where?
Me:
Lamp
Jack:
Anything else been moved
I glance around my room, but we have house cleaners in here once a week on Fridays in case my parents come home. They put all my shit away and move anything back to where it belongs. I didn’t notice anything the last few nights, but fuck, I wasn’t really thinking about my room.
Me:
Can’t tell. Cleaners have been here
