“Everything alright?” he asks, studying my face.
I nod. “Yes.” But I’m just not sure that’s the truth. I feel off, and I can’t put my finger on which part of the night brought that feeling on.
The drive home is made in complete silence, all the way to him opening the front door to his house.
“Goodnight, Miss Brielle,” he says coldly, right before he walks away, making the trek up the stairs to his room. He doesn’t look back and he doesn’t wait for me to respond.
I stand in the foyer, bewildered, watching his body until it disappears out of sight.
What the f**k just happened?
Chapter Nine
I finish drying my hair and check myself over in the mirror.
It’s Saturday morning, and we have Will’s soccer game to attend.
I’m wearing black jeans, black ballet flats, and a black singlet with
