“Bullshit. You wouldn’t pay that much to go to a party. You’re going to see a boy. A boy Brock doesn’t like. And you’re gonna have sex.”
“Liv, I really need to go. Talk to you later.”
“Use protection,” she says with a laugh.
If I didn’t know how old she was, I’d swear she’s in her twenties. She’s far too mature for her age. And I hate how she’s so good at picking up on stuff. How did she know I was lying? Am I a bad liar, or is she just really good at detecting lies?
Back in my room, I text Jackson.
Okay, he’s gone.
A few moments later, he responds.
For how long?
All night. He went to his girlfriend’s house in LA.
What about Braden and Trystan?
I’m guessing they’re heading to a party. When will you be home?
In a few minutes. Cops broke up the party.
My heart races, knowing I get to see him soon.
Should I head over?
Not yet. I’ll text you when I’m home.
Someone knocks on my door. “Rumor! You in there?”
It’s Trystan.
“Hold on.” I open the door and choke on his cologne. “Did you just shower in cologne?” I say, coughing.
“Did Dad really leave?” he asks, coming into my room.
“Yeah. His girlfriend called and asked him to drive up there.”
“Is he gone all weekend?”
“Not sure. Depends on if his girlfriend has to work.”
“Get dressed. We’re leaving in five minutes.”
“I can’t leave — I’m grounded.”
He laughs. “Like you’re really going to listen to my dad?” Trystan goes into my closet and takes out a short white dress. “Wear this. Party’s on the beach behind Kade’s house.”
“You’re not telling me what to wear!” I yank the dress from him and put it back in the closet. “And I’m not going to the party. I’m tired and I don’t feel well.”
“You’re sick?” He stands in front of me, his arms crossed. “You don’t look sick.”
“I have girl issues,” I say, hoping that’ll make him uncomfortable enough to scare him away.
“So shove a tampon in and let’s go.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so disgusting. Just go without me. I’m staying here.”
