Race and Taz weren’t in any hurry to leave.
They stayed until Taz’s phone, Jordan’s phone, and even Zellman’s phone started blowing up. The girls wanted to party, but there was a rule. Jordan’s parents were okay if he had our group here, but no big blow-out parties. So everyone was heading to Tabatha’s.
I’d never been there, but it was a big Normal party place, and once we got there, I wasn’t surprised. I had to laugh softly.
“What?” Cross asked, parking his truck.
“I always think of Roussou and Fallen Crest as an us-versus-them thing. We’re the poor ones, and they’re the wealthy ones.” I gestured to Tabatha’s three-story home. “But I think I’m getting it wrong.”
It was obvious Tabatha’s parents were doing well.
I knew Race’s family was wealthy, and Alex and Drake’s parents had a hug
