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“But—”
“Now!” she cuts him off. “And I warned you what would happen if you
pulled anything else…”
“It wasn’t him, Mrs. Burrowes.”
I blink, hearing Ryen’s voice. The principal stops and turns toward her.
“Trey’s just covering for me,” Ryen says. I hear her voice off to the side
somewhere, but I refuse to look at her.
What the hell is she doing? I might believe she’d vandalize my car, but
to write FAG on the hood? Not a chance.
“Excuse me?” Burrowes asks her.
“Yeah,” Ryen goes on. “It was a stupid prank. I’m sorry.”
Voices sound off around us as everyone starts whispering, and I blink
long and hard. Her prom date was about to get in trouble, and she couldn’t
let that happen, could she? It would just be too humiliating to show up to
prom alone.
Stupid girl.
“You did that to his car?”
“It was a joke.” Ryen’s voice is calm and convincing. “I’ll take care of
it. I’ll take it for a car wash and pay for it. Right now.”
“Hell no,” Trey chimes in.
“Just shut up,” Ryen snaps at him and then lowers her voice. “I’ll be
right back.”
I don’t wait to be dismissed. I shoot Trey one last scowl and walk away,
the crowd of students clearing as I head to my truck. I dig my keys out of
my pocket and yank open the door, climbing in.
This isn’t over.
Ryen climbs in the passenger side, dropping her bag on the floor, and I
can feel her eyes on me.