Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“What’s the matter?” she asked, still kissing me.
Notifications were piling up, my phone still beeping, and I
silenced it.
How did this happen? Where was the phone?
Jesus, my hands were shaking.
Will always handled the phone on Devil’s Night. If we
were all in on a prank, he filmed it. I gave it back to him after
we got into the village last night to go to Sticks.
But it wasn’t in his pockets last night when I searched for
the keys. Where was his sweatshirt?
And then everything fucking hit me like a truck.
Rika.
The tear in the sleeve I saw when I held her wrists last
night. That wasn’t her shirt. She’d grabbed the wrong one
when she left the warehouse. She’d been wearing Will’s
hoodie.
I shot up, forcing Winter off me as I sat up.
“Fucking Rika.” I rubbed my eyes, wrapping my head
around the shitstorm about to ensue. “Motherfucker.”
“Rika Fane?” Winter questioned. “What’s wrong?”
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think.
Looks like she’d responded to what happened last night.
To what she thought Will and I were in on and Kai was a part
of, not knowing it was Trevor Crist instead.
GGod, I was so stupid. I was afraid she’d hate me and never
forgive me, but she found the fucking phone in the pocket and
dealt with us for good by uploading those goddamn videos. I’d
underestimated her.
It was one thing to get caught with Winter by her father.
But no one survived the jury of public opinion. Our mistakes
—reprehensible to those on the outside who didn’t understand
—were laid bare to everyone who had an opinion, and there
would be no choice. We’d have to be held accountable.