“He can’t know.” She swivels her body to face me, but her eyes are still closed. Reaching out a floppy hand, she manages to rest it on my arm. “Not about the partying or getting kicked out.”
Gripping the wheel, I glance at her. “Getting kicked out of where?”
“College,” she mumbles, her chin dipping forward while I try to process what the fuck she just said.
Is she serious?
She got kicked out?
Her hand drops off my arm, landing with a thud on the center console.
“Blake?” I swerve up next to the curb, quickly pulling to a stop so I can check on her.
Lifting her chin, I check her vitals, not taking a full breath until I’ve figured out that she’s just fallen asleep.
Her breaths hit the back of my hand in even puffs, and the pulse in her neck seems to be steady, but I’m gonna take her to the hospital, just to be sure.
Resting my head back with a sigh, I stay where I am for a second.
Shit. What a night.
Glancing back at Blake, I run my finger lightly down her cheek, tucking a wayward clump of curls back behind her ear.
She got kicked out of school?
What the hell?
Wily always talks about her being a star pupil. Shewas valedictorian. A complete study nerd. He jokes about it all the time, but you can see how damn proud he is.
How’s he gonna react when he finds out his sister’s been expelled?
Do her parents know?
I doubt any of them know she’s been partying… and whatever the fuck else she’s been up to.
Shit.
Resting my head back, I stare out the windshield, wondering how I’m supposed to handle this.
I want to respect Blake’s request and not dump her in it. This news is hers to share, not mine. But Wily’s one of my best friends. I love the guy like a brother, and sitting on this is gonna kill me.
Letting out a long, heavy sigh, I lightly dab the cut on my lip and shake my head.
I should have fucking stayed up in my room and studied.
But if I had, I would have missed Blake’s phone call.
And shit, I can’t even think about where she’d be right now if I hadn’t managed to find her.
Checking the road, I pull away from the curb and do the right thing… even though it sucks.
Going to the hospital will mean paperwork and possibly an interview with the police, making it that much harder to keep it from Wily.
Shit! Why do I want to hide this from him?
He should know.
Glancing at Blake again, I wage a silent war, trying to figure out which is worse: betraying her trust or hiding the truth from her brother.