CHAPTER FOUR
It wasn’t long until Tray’s phone went off. “Yeah,” he answered. A moment later, “Nah. Have fun. Grant knows the way back.”
His phone rang again, then again. He had the same conversation.
I glanced over. “A lot of people want you to go back to the party.”
He glanced sideways at me and then my phone rang, interrupting anything he might’ve said. I reached for my phone, but Tray caught my hand. “What?” It kept ringing.
“You know who that will be.”
Brian.
A weight dropped onto my shoulders and I nodded. I knew. This was part of breaking up. When he saw I was going to answer anyway, he let go and I held it to my ear. “Brian?”
He demanded, “Where are you?”
“I got a ride home.”
“I saw you, remember? Where are you? Why are you with that punk Evans and why was Clint hitting o
