“Hey, Mike. It’s me. Happy Halloween!”
Mike starts to look around nervously and I get self-conscious instantly.
“Is it too much?” I pray I’m not going to trigger my boyfriend’s outrageous jealousy.
He pulls his gaze to mine, shaking his head. “Nah, Kenzie, you look perfect. I was just looking around for your boy.” He says it with a tone I’ve never heard before and my gut tightens.
“No worries, I’ll go find him.” I say as he grabs my hand, keeping me in place.
“I’ll text him while you stay here.”
That instantly puts me on edge and I pull out of his grasp, walking over to the sliding glass doors and out into the yard. I hear Mike distantly calling for me, but everything fades away as I see a guy with a scantily dressed girl on his lap by the bonfire.
Not just any guy.
My guy.
Trey freaking Spencer has a girl on his lap, and it isn’t me.
I see him grab his phone out of his pocket, reading the text before freezing. His eyes dart to the back door and find mine.
In an instant, he’s throwing the girl off his lap and barreling toward me. I turn on my heel and push my way back into the house. I hold the tears in as I fight my way through the kitchen and sweaty dance floor. I rush out the front door, pulling my stupid heels off my feet so I can get away faster and not break my neck in the process.
I hear Trey calling my name as I turn and walk quickly down the sidewalk to my car a few houses down. I hustle, grabbing my keys from the one place I could put them with this costume, my bra. Classy, I know.
I press the unlock button and climb into the driver’s seat. As I start it and put my seatbelt on, there is a pounding on my window.
“Kenzie! Roll down the window! It’s not what it looked like! That girl just sat on my lap and I was trying to push her off. She knows I have a girlfriend.”
I grit my teeth at his lousy attempt at an explanation. I wish I could say it’s the first time he’s been seen or talked about being with another girl. It’s not. This time, though, I witnessed it. I don’t respond, as I put my car in drive and peel out onto the road, leaving a screaming Trey behind.
As I pull to the first stoplight, a few blocks away, I finally allow a few tears to escape.
I grab my phone and press call on the only person I can talk to about anything.
After a few rings, they pick up.
“Mack, are you okay?”
“Jordan, I need to talk to you.”
JORDAN
My hand flexes at my side as I quietly walk away from my sister’s door. It’s well past two in the morning, and Reagan just fell asleep.
I don’t know exactly what happened between my sister, Riggs Hart, and Drew, but she’s a wreck. We were all at The Draft Halloween party and Drew was running his mouth, per usual. The rest is a blur that ended with my sister crying in the parking lot, Riggs long gone, and Drew’s lucky I couldn’t find him. I carried Reagan to the car and drove her home, my twin more upset than I’ve seen her in years. The last time she was this devastated also had something to do with Drew.
It took a while for her to get ready and into bed. Standing by, I could tell she didn’t want to talk to me. I decided to sit beside her closed door, listening to her quiet sobs until they finally stopped. I hate tears—especially when they come from my twin.
That’s when my phone rings in my hand.
Mackenzie. It’s nearly midnight there, and I rarely hear from her this late, not to mention it’s typically in a text.
I answer, hesitantly. “Mack, are you okay?”
Sniffling meets my ear, and my heart starts beating fast. It takes her a moment to compose herself before she answers me.
“Jordan, I need to talk to you.”
