I drove. I’ll just meet you at the Warehouse.
Bestie:
Partyyyy tonight.
Me:
Fuck yes!
The bell rings and I walk into the hallway, still searching for Hayden but no sign of him anywhere. Something feels wrong again.
I’m shoving my books into my locker when a too-familiar voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts.
“Well isn’t it Brimstone’s favorite psycho Barbie.”
I roll my eyes.
Tracy.
I slam my locker harder than necessary before turning toward her. “What do you want?”
She leans casually against the lockers chewing gum obnoxiously. “Relax. Ghost likes it when I’m mean.”
My stomach twists.What the fuck?
“What?” I ask, and she smirks.
“Oops.”
No. No fucking way.
“You’re lying.”
“Am I?” she says, tilting her head mockingly. “I mean… I was at his apartment this week.”
Ice floods my veins. No. Hayden wouldn’t—would he?
“What apartment?” I ask quietly, and she rolls her eyes dramatically.
“The shitty one in Daggerspoint with the black couch and those ugly kitchen cabinets?”
My blood runs cold. She got it right. Every detail. Every single one. Pain slices through my chest so fast it almost knocks the breath from me. No wonder he stopped answering. Is she why he disappeared?Fuck this.I pull my phone out immediately, shaking with rage.
Me:
Are you fucking serious right now?
Me:
You disappear for days and fuck Tracy in your apartment?
Me:
You are EXACTLY like everybody said you were.
Me:
Don’t ever touch me again, Hayden.
