Aspen
“What the f**k happened to your face?”
It’s not the first time someone’s asked me that question today. Both Rick and Josh asked me, too, as soon as they saw me. Josh sputtered something about how he was going to kill that “prep school pretty boy” (much to Trina’s dismay), while Rick sneered at me and said I ought to be a bit more careful who I choose to let in my bed.
Blue, of course, doesn’t do either of those things. He just stares at me in horror.
“It’s sort of a long story,” I tell him. “Start driving.”
He does as I command, tapping his finger impatiently on the steering wheel until finally I decide to just tell him the truth—mostly. I sugarcoat the Bill aspect of it a bit, calling his attempted s****l assault of me “a disagreement” and saying Mom only threw the book because
