"Yeah, I do. I went on one a few weeks ago." He smiles as he rounds the corner. "Actually, that wasn't really a date. It was more of a hook-up."
"With who?"
He glances at me. "Promise you won't tell?"
I nod. "Who was it?"
Chapter Twenty
"Peyton." Trystan laughs. "The girl's bat-shit crazy but she knows what the fuck she's doing."
"You slept with Peyton?" I stare at him. "You don't even like her."
He shrugs. "Doesn't mean we can't do it. We didn't go to dinner or sit around talking all night. I just went to her house, we had sex, and I left."
"How did that even happen? You don't even talk to each other at school."
"She sent me a text during class. Said she was in the mood for someone younger and thought I was hot. I'd heard rumors she was good in bed so I thought what the hell? I needed it and she was offering."
"And that was it? You only did it one time?"
"Yeah, but I was thinking of texting her. Seeing if she wants to do it again."
"I don't think she will. She has a boyfriend now."
"Who?"
"Some old guy her dad works with."
"He doesn't count. She's been with that guy for months. She just uses him for money. She cheats on him all the time."
"Still, I'd avoid her. The way she sleeps around, she probably has a disease."
Trystan's phone dings and he checks it. "It's Dad. He said he's at the lawyer's office and won't be home until late."
"No update on when Braden's getting out?"
"Not yet, but from what Dad told me I'm guessing tomorrow."
"We're still going this weekend, right?"
"I don't know." He slams on the brakes as we come to a stop sign.
"What do you mean? You changed your mind about going? We had a deal."
"Yeah, I just don't know if I want to do this to Braden."
"Do what?"
"Find out shit that could get him in more trouble." Trystan slams on the gas pedal, lurching me forward.
"We're not getting him in trouble. We're just trying to find out the truth."
"But if we do, and it's something that could hurt Braden, what do we do?"
"We'll figure it out later. For now, we just need to go to that town and find my dad."
"I want to know what you're planning. I don't trust you. Why are you even doing this? Why do you care what happened that night?"
