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“Exactly what I thought.”
I was stuck. I had no way to get to school if he didn’t hand over the keys. Then, I’d have to tell my mom the truth. She’d talk to Maureen who’d likely believe her son over me. Nothing good could come from telling the truth.
“What’s going on?” Sawyer asked as he stepped into the kitchen.
Relief washed over me at the sight of him.
“I was just talking to this thief,” Seren said.
Sawyer snatched the keys from Seren’s hand and tossed them across the room to me. Luckily, I caught them. “I said she could borrow it.” He looked to me with conspiratorial eyes. “Your car’s getting fixed today, right?”
I smiled, loving this kid more than I could explain. “Yup. This afternoon.”
“Great. So, it’s settled.” Sawyer glanced at Seren. “Grace is borrowing the Jeep for the last time today. No biggie.”
Seren’s laser-sharp glare could have cut through a pane of glass, but it didn’t scare me. I had the keys.
“See you later, Sawyer.” I hurried out of the kitchen and outside the manor. The sun was getting higher and I knew I was gonna be late for school if I didn’t hurry. And, at least there, I’d have familiar faces to greet me.
Seren
“Are we partying at your house this weekend or is the wicked witch around?” Christa asked from behind me in physics class.
I shrugged, not sure what the weekend would bring.
“Kiki said you’ve got a new roommate,” she continued.
I spun around, my eyes narrowed. “What?”
“She said she has free reign of the manor.” Christa was a shit-stirrer, so she knew exactly what she was fishing for by bringing up Grace.
“She’s the help.”
Christa twisted a lock of her long red hair around her finger. “That’s what Kiki said, but she also said she’s hot.”
“I don’t think she swings that way,” I clipped. “And, for future reference, who lives at my house isn’t anyone’s business.”
“Is she staying in your room?” she asked.
Now she was pissing me off. “No one stays in my room.”
She held up her palms as if not to push me. “Just asking. Your fans deserve to know the truth about their hero.”
I turned back around. “Fuck you, Christa.”
“Oh, but you’ve already been there and done that.”
I hated Windham Prep. Scratch that, Windham, New Hampshire. I couldn’t wait to get the hell away from this town. In the fall, I’d be playing football in Alabama and be far from the gossip. Far from my mother. Far from my name.
* * *
When I pulled into the garage after playing a pick-up game of football with some of the guys after school, the Jeep was back in its spot where it belonged. I stepped outside and saw that Grace’s tires were fixed. The sight pissed me off.
I walked into the house and went right upstairs.
“Seren? Is that you?” my mother called.
I ignored her irritating voice and walked into my room, slamming the door behind me. I slipped my backpack off and hung it on the back of my desk chair, knowing I wouldn’t be opening it again until first period tomorrow. Alabama didn’t care about my grades now. I was attending for my QB skills. Not because I was a scholar—though I was a lot smarter than most people thought. Sure, I was fucking rich, but that’s not what I cared about. I wanted to play football.
