“Anything else you want to say about it?”
“Nope.”
“Glad we got that settled.” His mouth twitched.
“How’s your mom?”
“She’s functioning, barely. Said we can borrow the car this morning, though you should probably drive.” He threw the keys at me. “I still feel a little wired.”
“Coach is going to kick your ass if you flake out of practice.”
“I won’t.”
“Wait for me, assholes,” Chloe called from somewhere inside the house.
“You have two minutes, Clo, and then we’re out of here.”
Kye grabbed his bag and followed me out to his mom’s car. “Nix?”
“Don’t ask,” I murmured. He was riding in alone with Harleigh. Code for Jessa was home last night, and they were probably going to park somewhere before school and fuck like horny teenagers.
I loved the guy more than anything, but he’d turned into a fucking pussy.
“You know it won’t be like this forever,” Kye said as if he could hear my thoughts. “They’re just in that honeymoon phase where you can’t get enough of each other.”
“Whatever.” I yanked the door open and climbed inside, Kye’s laughter grating on my last nerve.
“So.” He got inside. “I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but what was up with Celeste last night?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“You gave her a ride home.” He shrugged. “Figured you might have asked her what was up.”
“Well, I didn’t.” The less said between us, the better.
But her words wouldn’t get out of my head.
Why do you hate me?
Was she really that fucking clueless? She had everything. She had a family who had her back, more money than sense, and a future of her own choosing. Celeste Rowe was the poster child for the American dream, and Darling Row was nothing more than a living nightmare.
“She’s really under your skin, isn’t she?”
“Carter, I swear to fucking God, drop the shit with me and Celeste.”
“Geez, relax. I’m just busting your balls. But if you’re not going to hit that maybe you should consider saying yes to Freya. I swear, bro, a good fuck and you’ll be feeling all kinds of better.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“But I’m your asshole.” He grinned. “Shit, I’ve got a meeting with Miss Kyrie. She’s going to push for my decision on college applications.”
“You should do it. Even if you apply and can’t make it work, it might give you options.”
“Yeah, I guess. But Mom is a fucking mess, and Chloe is a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Don’t be so hard on her, she’s a good kid.”
“Yeah, I know. I just worry. She’s my kid sister. I want more for her, you know.”