But how could I break up with Wes for Asher, who can’t even admit that he loves me. How could I move across the country for something so fragile.
“We need to get back to the party,” I say, getting up and walking over to my clothes.
He sits up in bed and leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Make sure you’re packed to go by graduation. I’ll be back that weekend.”
I scoff. “What makes you so sure I’m going with you?”
He smiles that arrogant smile. “Because you’re in love with me.”
I finish tying on my top, shaking my head. I look over at him again and open my mouth... before closing it, and leaving the room.
Because he’s right.
The dirt and grass squish under my feet as I walk back to the yard holding my heels, to where the guests are huddled under the tents and pavilion.
“Where were you?” Dani says to me when I join them by the bar. “You’re drenched. And I think... I think your top is on upside down?”
I fold my arms over my chest. “I got caught in the downpour. I had to take it off to wring it out,” I say, shivering. “I’ll probably go in and change. I just need to grab my phone. Have you seen Wes?”
Dani looks around. “No, I thought he was with you.”
I unlock my phone to find multiple texts from Wesley.
Where are you?
Annica just told me you’re sleeping with Asher, is that true?
Sloane?
Followed by a missed call from Annica.
My stomach drops. “Oh my god.”
I call her back, looking through the crowd again for her or Wes. She answers on the second ring. “Sloane,” she sobs.
“Annica?”
“You have to get up here, hurry.” Her words are a jumbled mess through the tears.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Wes,” she cries. “He’s hurt.”
“Oh my god.” I grab Dani. “Call 911, now!”
“What?!” Her eyes go wide.
“Where are you?” I ask Annica.
“Attic, hurry!” Her frantic cry sends a jolt through me as my worst fear seems to be coming true. “He’s been stabbed.”
Chapter 31
I ditch the heels as I run up the back deck, over broken glass and other items that blew away in the wind. I vaguely feel the stinging cuts on my feet but I keep running. I text Grange the address to the house with the wordhurry.
Wes has been stabbed, in his own home no less, and it could’ve been any of them. Marissa, Kate, Colton, they’re all here. Any one of them could’ve done it.
I climb the rungs of the ladder so fast, ignoring the burning sensation in my feet and arms from doing most of the work. When I’m eye level with the floor I see Wes slumped against the glass, red staining his white linen button-down. I get flashbacks of Graham, causing me to falter. Annica is bent over him with her hand pressed into his side.
