Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

plenty of Ari’s antics over the years as she waited on me at
lessons or sat through recitals and performances.
I sifted through my black clothing, not finding the black,
leather pants with zippers down the legs. Where were they? I
hadn’t worn them since last winter.
A phone rang, and someone moved on my bed. “I have to
take this,” Jade said. “I’ll be in the bathroom.”
I continued searching for my pants, diving into the white,
blue, and every other section of clothing.
“So, how are you?” Isabella asked.
I almost turned around, but I was afraid my face would
give me away. “I don’t know.”
Damon was here. I caught a whiff of his cigarettes outside
when I was working out with Will, but I hadn’t heard anyone
leave, so he was probably still in the house.
Did he give Will a hard time when he saw him here?
I smiled a little, thinking of Will. I couldn’t believe he’d
shown up. I remembered hearing a lot about him in high
school, and I knew he was Damon’s best friend.
Was.
But all of a sudden, he was at the door, and I didn’t have to
say much for him to understand what was going on here. I got
the impression the rest of Damon’s old crew was behind Will’s
visit, too, and before I knew it, he had me in the pool, working
on moves. Like it would do any good, but I’d try. Plus, he
made me laugh.
I should’ve used the opportunity to ask so many things.
Anything to get the upper hand with Damon and learn
something useful. Especially when I found out Erika Fane was
now engaged to Michael Crist, another one of Damon’s old
friends.
“You know, you can come stay with me, right?” Isa said.
I turned my head, offering her a half-smile. I couldn’t
come and stay with her, but it was comforting that she offered.