Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Yeah, there was an accident when we were kids, and
Ashby had clearly poisoned his daughter over the years to
warp her memory of exactly how that all went down, but I
hadn’t meant to hurt her. It was a fucking fluke, and kids have
accidents.
I stepped out of my car and slammed the door, hitting the
button on the key fob and arming the alarm.
“Why didn’t you want me to pick you up?” Michael yelled
over at me, getting out of his GG-Class.
“Because I might not leave when you do,” I told him.
“Or he’ll be done before everyone else,” Will added with a
chuckle as he flanked Michael’s side with Kai on the other.
The three of them drove together, and I was usually with
them, but sometimes we came on our own. If we anticipated
separating at some point during the night, that was.
I didn’t really have a plan, but who knew?
After Winter’s and my conversation in the cafeteria earlier
this week, and her clear fear of me when we ran into each
other in the locker room, I was intrigued. What did she
remember about that day in the fountain? She was young when
it happened—like me—so her memory might not be as sharp.
When she’d wandered into the locker room—or was
pushed in, I later discovered—seeing the scared but stubbornly
defiant look on her face reminded me of Banks. She looked
about two seconds from cracking, the blush of embarrassment
all over her cheeks and her eyes glistening a little. But her jaw
was flexed hard and her fists were balled up tight. She was
freaking out on the inside, but definitely pissed, too.
It was kind of cute.
And I liked the hint of helplessness. It made me feel…
I don’t know. Powerful, I guess.
The same way I felt with Banks and the basketball team,
because there were things that only I could do for them.