When I get back to my room, I start looking for traces of Luca. Is he somewhere partying? Has anyone seen him?
With a little help—thanks to my very public relationship with Asher—I get the right location. There he is. Apparently, he’s throwing a party at his father’s beach house, which is at least forty-five minutes away on a good day, and a full hour on a bad one.
I think about it. Should I get an Uber and go there?
I’m not asking my parents for permission. I already know the answer. They won’t allow it. I’d have to sneak out.
But just sneaking out isn’t the problem. Getting a ride is.
Still, I decided to be daring. I call Luca again.
He doesn’t pick up. It’s okay, I was expecting that.
I sent him a text: Where are you?
He doesn’t respond.
I wait five minutes before I send anothe
