June's POV
"Not really. Why? What's on your mind?" I answered my father’s question, grabbing a crisp apple and sitting in the chair across from him.
"Rodney's Dad — trying to seem like the wonderful Dad we all know he's not — called the station last night, asking where his son was. Said he hadn't shown up at home still. Any ideas where he could have gone after he dropped you guys off?" he asked, obviously insinuating something.
"Not a clue. Maybe you should ask Rodney. He was the one driving. He dropped Tiff and I off first and JJ was still in the car when he left." I shrugged, biting into my apple once more, hearing the loud crunch fill the silence.
"I'll do that then. How was your night at Tiffany's?" Dad asked. I realized it aroused his suspicions when he showed up at her house t
