Go home and go to bed
“I need to go home. My head is killing me.”
“You have a concussion. Going to sleep is the last thing you need to do right now,” Kristine says, her firm hand on my back.
I know Kristine is just trying to help, but I want to be home more than anything right now. I’m checking my pockets for keys and my wallet. Wallet yes, and my house keys. No car keys because Katie drove.
I don’t know how I’m going to get home.
“I’ll take you,” a voice says.
I turn on the sidewalk and see Spencer standing there. He detaches from the dark shadows surrounding the bar and moves into the light.
“She’s had enough creeps for one night,” Kristine says. Jack tenses beside her. They must be good friends. He seems willing to follow her every move. Or maybe they’re more than friends. I catc
