“Did you read the last one?”
“No. Why? What’s it say?”
“We need to meet, like, now.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Finn went to the party last night. Kiera picked him up. He got really drunk.”
“Yeah? What else is new?”
“He can’t remember what he said.”
“Yeah? And?”
“He thinks he might’ve told someone. About last night. About what happened.”
Chapter 16
Ella
My phone rings as I’m eating lunch. I grab it from the kitchen counter and seeA1on the screen.
“What is it?” I ask, already panicking. Ever since we hit that guy, I’ve been thinking the police are going to find out and arrest me. I wasn’t even the one who hit the guy, but I looked up the laws online last night and saw that the passengers in the car could get in trouble for leaving the scene if they willingly did it. I could tell the police the guys forced me to go with them, but they’d tell the cops I was lying. There’s no way I can win in this. It’s three against one. I just have to hope the three of them don’t turn against me.
“We need to meet,” Briggs says, his voice sounding even deeper than normal.
“Why? Did something happen?”
“Maybe. I don’t know yet. I’ll tell you when we meet. Are you alone?”
“Yeah, my dad’s working. I told him I had to come home to study but he’ll be back at four and then we’re going to get my truck.”
“We’re heading over to pick you up. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“A few minutes? I’m not ready. I just got home from helping my dad. I’m eating lunch and I’m covered in grass.”
“Nobody cares. Finish your lunch and wait outside. We’re almost there.”
I look at the phone and see he hung up. Great. I’m dirty and sweaty and covered in grass. It would’ve been nice to take a shower, but that’s not going to happen. I shove the rest of my sandwich in my mouth and run to my room to change clothes. Ihear a car honking out front as I yank on a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt.
Racing back through the house, I grab my keys and phone and head outside to find Briggs’ shiny, black Porsche sitting in my driveway. I’ve seen plenty of Porsches living here, but none like the one Briggs drives. Charlotte told me it’s worth over two hundred thousand.
I get in the back seat, next to Finn.
“You hurl again, I’ll fucking throw you out of the car,” he says.
“I’m not going to hurl,” I say as Briggs pulls out of the driveway.
He looks at Finn in the mirror. “Did you tell the maid?”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t work weekends. She said she’d clean it tomorrow but by then the thing’ll be ruined. I’ll never get that smell out after it’s sat there all day.” He shoots me an angry look. “You owe me a new car.”
“I’ll give you my truck in exchange for your Range Rover.”
He shakes his head and looks out the window.
“So what are we meeting about?” I ask.
