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"Yeah, well. I'm more concerned with making sure she doesn't go to jail." I pull my shirt over my head. "If she wakes up before I get back, tell her I had to run an errand."
Jace turns to me with wide eyes. "She's still here? Dude, she's going to be like a rabid animal when she wakes up. You can't leave me with her."
"Then leave. Go sit at the library or something, and I'll text you when I get back."
"It's too early for that shit." He groans and plops down on the couch. "I'm staying, but I'm calling Paige. Tye is less likely to commit murder if there are witnesses."
I chuckle and head for the door. "Such a drama queen."
WALKING INTO MY PARENTS'house, I head straight for my dad's office. His car parked in the driveway is enough for me to know he's here, and there's only one place he would be. As I step into the room, he looks up from his computer and smiles, obviously surprised to see me.
"Carter," he greets me. "I didn't expect to see you. No class this morning?"
I shake my head. "Not until this afternoon."
"Everything okay? You didn't get in trouble again, did you?"
"No, no," I assure him. "Nothing like that. It's a friend of mine, actually."
He leans back in his chair and waits for me to continue.
"She got into a car accident last night." I pause. "Or more like a car purpose."
"A car purpose?"
I cringe. "Yeah. She kind of stole her roommate’s car and crashed it into my Lambo."
His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "Your two hundred thousand dollar Lamborghini?"
"Is there another?"
"Carter," he says in a warning tone. "How bad is it?"
"Uh, what’s a step worse than fender-bender?"
"Slightly damaged."
"Worse than that?"
"Really damaged."
"A little worse."
"Carter!"
I put my hands up in defense. "It's probably totaled, okay?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. "I told you having a car that expensive on a college campus was not a smart move."
"Does it score me brownie points if I tell you that you were right?"
Looking at me once more, he laughs and shakes his head. "Who made you such a smartass?"
"Well, it sure as hell wasn't Mom," I quip.
He snorts. "Definitely not. She doesn't have a sarcastic bone in her body."
I flop down onto the couch in his office, feeling the weight of everything that's happened lately weighing down on me. My dad must be able to sense that something is really wrong, because he shuts his computer and turns toward me.
