Spencer is staring at me, his piercing blue eyes studying my face carefully. He’s dressed in black sweatpants and a hoodie, his hands in his pockets. Were he and Chad hanging out before coming here? They didn’t seem to be on good terms when my brother told me to leave the school last night, but now they are here together, so it makes me wonder if it means they’re okay.
I’m instantly reminded of our kiss, and I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, so I try to cover them with my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders and face.
“I’ll take you home,” Spencer answers matter-of-factly, as if the whole silent exchange with Chad was this obvious.
“Why?” I press stubbornly. “I came with my dad. I can go back with him.”
“You heard Chad. He’ll take your dad home. Come on, you look like you
