“Part of it might be,” I admit.
Hannah looks at me, eyes glassy with tears. “What did we take? Did someone drug us? Was it roofies?”
“Edibles,” I say. “From the cookies.”
“Ethan?” Her pleading expression begs for me to deny it, but I nod. “Do you think he knew?”
“You can’t exactly pick up edibles at the grocery store,” Katie says.
Hannah groans, clasping a hand across her face. “He drugged us?” Her tone is filled with shock and accusation. “I slept with him. I thought he…” She shakes her head, pursing her lips with anger though her eyes fill with tears. “I feel so stupid.”
“You weren’t stupid. He was,” I insist.
Katie nods, moving closer and placing her hand on Hannah’s shoulder. “The stupidest.”
Chapter27
Nolan
We anticipated winning tonight’s game, but we managed to blow them out of the water. The sweetness of the victory remains out of my grasp as I anticipate my conversation with Hadley.
“Are we going out?” Lenny asks, sitting on the bench beside my locker as I finish grabbing my belongings.
“I’m heading home,” I say.
“Hey,” Hudson says, stopping in front of me. “We should talk.”
“Now?”
He nods, looking in both directions before he blows out a long breath. “Ethan was who gave Hadley and Hannah the cookies.”
I’m on my feet in a second, anger my only emotion, retribution my only thought.
“He’s not here,” Hudson says, moving to put a hand on my shoulder.
“Where in the hell is he?”
“On a flight headed for Michigan. Kreuger and I chose to send him home, pending a decision from the board.”
I shake my head, trying to make sense of what he’s telling me. “When did you find out?”
“This morning. I got a call after they came in here and your sister clocked him.”
“So you and Grey came by so I wouldn’t be here?” I see red as I stare at one of my closest friends.
“It was my call,” Palmer says, stepping forward. “Hudson was down in Krueger’s office. Corey and I heard yelling and came. Lenny hauled Ethan down to the offices, and Corey and I got Hadley and your sister out of here and I told Grey to stall you.”
“It was my decision, too,” Hudson says. “I knew in a reverse situation; I wouldn’t be able to think or anything else but react.”
I shake my head. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. If someone wronged Evelyn—drugged her while out at a fucking party—and I took away your chance for justice, you would be burning the streets down right now, hunting for the mother fucker.”
Hudson swallows but doesn’t object. He can’t because we both know I’m right.
I shake my head, my thoughts spinning, nothing making sense as I face my friends. “I have to go.”
“Where are you going?” Lenny asks.
“Home.” I slam my locker shut and turn, my anger too vivid and loud to consider anything but the idea of driving all night until I reach Michigan. Somehow, I steer my truck home.