Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I quickly texted the guys.
We’re so fucked!
And then I added, letting them know:
Rika has the phone! She had Will’s sweatshirt
last night!
As far as I saw, Michael wasn’t in any of the videos. Of
course. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt her little crush.
I stood up, pulling on my jeans.
“GGet dressed,” I told Winter. “We gotta get out of here.”
But she just knelt on the bed, facing me. “What’s wrong?”
“Now,” I ordered, sticking my phone in my back pocket
and looking for my shirt.
But she didn’t move. “You’re scaring me,” she said.
“So what else is new?”
I gathered up my shit, making sure I had Michael’s keys,
but when I looked at her again, she still wasn’t budging.
“I said get dressed. Let’s go.”
Her head turned toward her phone, hearing notifications go
off for her, as well. One after the other.
She dropped her voice, demanding, “What’s happening?”
I stood there, not knowing what the hell I could do to
salvage this. How did I get her out of here and gone and make
this all go away so she never found out the nightmare that was
happening out there right now?
But behind me, I heard an engine racing at full speed down
the driveway.