Cash
Can’t wait to see you.
Cash
Can’t wait to celebrate with you.
Cash
Can’t wait to kiss you.
He left off the rest of what he planned to do to her.
Cash
We’ll be back to school in about an hour. Meet me at my truck?
Wallflower
I’ll be waiting.
The team bus traveled through the night, hitting the freeway that led back to their town. Voices were elevated, the guys refusing to stay in their seats as they shouted and stomped their feet.
Tons of that praise was directed at Cash, who did his best to give it back.
His brother was only exaggerating, he tried to convince himself. Probably trying to manipulate him so he could actually win some big bet. At this point, he wouldn’t put it past him.
But that dread was sinking deeper when another text blipped through and he rushed to look at it, but rather than it being from Daisy, it was from Matthew.
Matthew
How could you do this to me? Oh fuck, how could you?
Matthew
I’m dead, Cash. Fuck, I’m dead thanks to you.
Fear impaled him, and his head felt fuzzy as he tried to process what the hell to do.
Cash
No, man, you’re just freaking out. It’s going to be okay.
Matthew
It’s not okay.
Matthew was wrong, he kept trying to tell himself, but there was a sense coming over him that made him sure that he was the one who was wrong. The one who’d miscalculated and misjudged.
Trepidation driving him, he tapped out of that thread and into a different one.
Cash
Hey, something came up with my brother. Have my parents drop you off at home and I’ll come by later. I’m really sorry.
Wallflower
Is everything okay?
