Page 103 of Enemies to Prom Dates
Gi carefully got off the bed then leaned over to gently kiss his cheek. “Get well, Wick. I mean it.”
“Thanks.”
I wanted to say something. Anything that would make him give me the name of the person behind the List, but his eyes were already closing and nothing inspiring came to mind. Which meant the only thing we learned was Wick wasn’t responsible for the List and he already knew Fitz hadn’t been the one driving the car who hit him.
“What the hell is going on?” Gi asked when we left the room. “Did you see how resigned he was? Like he wasn’t even angry about getting run off the road.”
“We didn’t make much progress, did we?”
“Well, he did say he would tell the police it was an accident. They can’t arrest Fitz for an accident.”
“I’m pretty sure they can charge him with leaving the scene, though. No, we still need to find a way to prove Fitz wasn’t driving the car.”
“What about fingerprints?” Gi said. “Or DNA.”
I didn’t want to think about what kind of DNA I’d left in his car. Not a conversation I was having with Gi.
“Not that it would eliminate a lot of people,” Gi continued. “Between Fitz, Chas, Ed and Heath they’re always swapping cars. Well, Ed, Chas and Fitz used to swap cars until Chas sold his. Of course, Heath just drove one of theirs when he needed one.”
I wasn’t really concentrating on what Gi was saying as we made our way out of the hospital and back to the parking lot to meet with Mr. Darcy. Instead, I was thinking about fear and power.
I’d told Locke that Haddonfield High was a kingdom and Fitz was king. I was almost hundred percent sure everyone in that high school would agree with me. But there had to be someone who was more frightening to Wick than Fitz. Someone who wielded even more power to keep himself totally anonymous even while Fitz was doing everything he could to uncover the person.
There was probably only one person more popular than Fitz in school and that was Star. She certainly wasn’t behind the list or running Wick off the road.
But maybe…the person closest to Star in popularity?
The former QB One.
Chas Bingley.
* * *
Mr. Darcy tookus back to his house. He couldn’t drop me off at home because, of course, I’d left the SUV—my family’s only form of transportation—at the Darcys’. That’s when it dawned on me how lucky I’d been the car was even there for me to take.
If Mom wasn’t driving it, then Star was.
And why was that? Why was Star driving the car more often when she had a boyfriend who drove a Mercedes?
Or, according to Gi, used to have Mercedes until he sold it.
Why did Chas need to sell his car?
I drove home with all of these thoughts flying through my head. I pulled into the driveway and my mother was waiting at the door for me not pleased.
“You know you’re not allowed to be driving on your own,” she said. Her hand was outstretched, waiting for me to hand over the keys. I did so, willingly.
“It was an emergency.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “I’m sure. Off to see your criminal boyfriend. I knew that Darcy family was bad news.”
“Mom! Fitz isn’t a criminal and his family is notbad news. Before we get into a fight about whether or not I’m starting to suspect you of racism, is Star home?”
My mother pursed her lips but didn’t say anything about my comment. “She’s in her room.”
I ran inside the house and bolted up the stairs. I knocked on her closed door and heard her reply.
She was on her bed, reading something for English lit class it looked like and glanced up at me.
