“Which you know I don’t do.”
“Blame your dad. He’s the one who made me late. He made me cancel my appointment with Ms. Adams. I couldn’t talk to her until after class.”
“He used to fuck her.” Trystan glances at me. “You knew that, right?”
“No, but I thought he might have.”
“It was only a few times. She was too smart for him.”
“Your dad doesn’t like smart women?”
“He doesn’t like feeling stupid.” Trystan brakes hard at a stop sign, sending me lurching forward.
“Watch it!” I yell, bracing my hand against the dash.
“So where’d you go last night?” He presses on the gas, and we take off.
“You were spying on me again?” I sigh. “I couldn’t sleep so I walked on the beach.”
“You’re gonna get killed doing that.”
“I stay away from the water. I just walk on the sand.”
“It’s still dangerous. Shit happens at night. You shouldn’t be out there alone.”
I turn to him. “Why are you always trying to scare me? Did your dad tell you to do that so I never leave the house?”
“I’m just looking out for you.”
I huff. “Yeah, right. You’d be happy if something happened to me.”
He slams on the brakes, stopping in the middle of the street. “What the fuck? Why would you say that?”
“Because you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
A car honks behind us.
“Go,” I say as the car continues to honk. “Hurry up.”
He takes off again. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t be checking the damn cameras. If someone was watching the cameras the night of the party, Andrea might still be alive.”
“Wait, you’re saying there were cameras that saw what happened that night?”
“Yeah, but someone busted them. People were drunk and tossing shit around by the pool and knocked out the cameras aimed at the railing.”
“Then it wouldn’t have mattered. She still would’ve died.”
“The cameras weren’t out the whole night. If someone had been watching, they would’ve seen Andrea stumbling around drunk on the patio. They could’ve stopped her before she got to the railing.”
He pulls into the driveway and parks.
“So that’s why you do it?” I ask, taking off my seatbelt. “You watch the cameras because you’re worried about me?”
He shrugs. “Shit happens. Now get out of the fucking car. I’m leaving.”
“Where are you going?”
