“Like what?”
“Let me figure it out. For now, just get Brock out of the house so I can see you. I’ve still got Mick fixing the recordings from the security cameras, so you don’t have to worry about that. You just have to get rid of Brock so he’s not checking on you.”
“How am I going to get rid of him?”
Music blares in the background.
“I’m back at the party. Can’t talk. I’ll text you later. Let me know what happens.”
I toss my phone on the bed and try to think of a way to get rid of Brock. It’s getting late. He’s not going to go anywhere this late. And he said he needed to do stuff in his office, whatever that means.
I’ll just have to see Jackson some other night. But I really want to see him sooner than that. I need him. He’s the only person who makes me feel better, and right now, I feel like shit. It’s been a really bad day, and being alone in this room makes me miss my mom.
I need to see him. I can’t wait until tomorrow.
Glancing over at the couch, an idea pops into my head. I slowly smile.
Getting out my phone, I find her number. Brock gave it to me after we had dinner that night.
She picks up on the first ring. “I’m busy. What do you want?”
“Hey, Liv. It’s Rumor. I need a favor.”
Chapter 6
“I don’t do favors,” Liv says, popping her gum. “If you want something, it’ll cost you.”
“You want money? Doesn’t your mom give you a huge allowance?”
“Yeah, but she tracks what I spend it on. I want money that’s all mine.”
I sigh. “How much?”
“Depends on what you’re asking me to do.”
“I want you to get Brock to go over there tonight. He said he wasn’t going to see your mom this weekend because you wanted to do stuff with her. Tell your mom you changed your plans and that she can have Brock over. Tell her he can come there tonight.”
“I don’t want him here.”
“And I don’t want himhere, which is why this is afavor. It’s just for one night. You can send him back here tomorrow.”
“What’s tonight? You having your boyfriend over? Wait — doesn’t he live in New York?”
“We broke up, which is why I want to go out tonight. I don’t want to sit in my room, feeling sad about the breakup. There’s a party I want to go to, but I can’t because I’m grounded.”
“Grounded?” She laughs. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”
“Will you do this or not?”
“What’d you do? To get grounded?”
“Punched a girl at school.” I pause. “The principal’s daughter.”
“Shit, that’s bad.” She laughs again. “EvenIwouldn’t do that.”
“I didn’t know she was the principal’s daughter. Liv, I really need your help with this. I’m begging you. Will you do it?”
“Five hundred.”
