Chapter Ten
Seth
Evan continues apologizing as I drive us to the car wash to clean up my car. I park and dig through my center console for quarters.
“I’m so sorry,” she says.
“It’s okay. Brock Floyd makes me want to puke too. I just would’ve preferred you’d done it on him.” I climb out and help her out of the car.
“I got this, Seth. Honestly, you just sit there.”
I chuckle. “I’m not letting your drunk ass clean my car.” Thankfully, most of it is on the floor mat, so I carry it over to the trash can and gag as it drips in.
“I’m not drunk. I’m just not used to sipping hard liquor, then everything went down with Brock… I don’t know.”
“How were you getting home?” I ask.
“Oh shit.” Her hand flies to her mouth. “His dad called me an Uber.”
I shrug. “Serves him right to explain why you
