I heard my aunt tell me she would be over at the house, and as she left, I dialed Gray.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“I’m at home, what’s happening?” I said as I reached for my jeans.
“Home? The football house?” Gray asked in bewilderment.
“No, your mom told me you were looking for me.”
“My mom . . .” I heard the stillness. “You wenthome?”
“Yes, I just told you that. Now why are you blowing up my phone?”
“You need to get back here, we need you.”
I heard his pissed off tone and knew he was closing down on me. “Gray, just tell me now. I’m going over to Aunt Sable’s to watch a movie.”
“Are you deaf?” he snarled down the phone at me. “Get your fucking ass in that car and get here.Now.”
He hung up.
Asshole.
A few seconds later, I answered the phone to the calmer of the twins. “Jett.”
“Someone broke into their apartment, completely trashed it. Your room’s . . . Yeah, you need to come back.”
“Is Red okay?” I asked as I pulled my jeans on and shoved my feet into my sneakers.
“Yeah, she’s, um . . . Can you just get back?”
As I jogged down the stairs, I waited. “Just tell me,” I snapped.
“Just get here, okay? Campus police are here.” He lowered his voice. “Tell me there was nothing on your laptop.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“Okay, we’ll probably be back at the house by the time you get back.”
“Fine.” I went to hang up.
“Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time, answer the fucking phone.”
I hung up.
Pausing at the foot of the stairs, I thought of my options. Aunt Sable would want to know why I was heading back so late. She wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t as good a liar as my cousins.
Shit.
Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I called Quinn.
“Ash? You okay?” Her warm voice calmed me more than I would like to admit.
“I came home,” I told her. “Aunt Sable found me, and I’m supposed to be heading over there now to watch a movie.”
