“You’re just as crazy as your fucking mother. Why don’t you follow her lead and kill yourself?” asks Jake.
I black the fuck out and start beating the shit out of him, causing fucking anarchy. All the males at the party converge on Dee, Nix, and me. There’s screaming, running, tables being knocked over, and Dee hitting motherfuckers with the bat.
There’s a mad dash for the stairs, people are being knocked down.
Oh, my fuck.
It’s a damn mess. Someone grabs my arm. I yank away.
“Come on, we have to get out of here!”
It’s just Jamal. Kate and Lucy are standing beside him. When we finally make it up the stairs, we run to the car and get the hell out of there.
“What the fuck?” yells Kate.
“There has to be something going on between Maverick and you,” says Jamal.
“There isn’t,” I reply.
“Why the fuck would he come all the way to this party to get you?” asks Lucy.
“I swear, I don’t know.”
“Shit,” says Jamal from the passenger front seat as he looks at his phone.
“What?” I can’t take any more damn surprises tonight.
“The whole thing was recorded on Facebook Live, and already has a few hundred views.”
Oh no.
We left that fucker’s house with barely a scratch on us. I stop in the driveway where Dee and Nix’s cars are parked before driving to the garage. They don’t budge.
“Don’t,” I say.
“Mav,” says Nix.
“I said, don’t.”
“You like her,” says Dee.
It’s not a question.
“Your father’s going to kill you,” adds Dee.
It’s the universal truth.
“I’ll see you both at school on Monday.” This conversation is over.
When they both hop out, I continue to the garage. I walk through the kitchen, preparing to head upstairs when John appears.
“Maverick, please come to my study,” he says.
What the fuck does he want? I have zero fucking patience right now.
I follow behind him as he enters his study. While he sits in the chair behind his desk, I remain standing.
“What?”
