RAVEN
Teagan’s friend, Phoebe, looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “What?” Her voice came out quieter this time, but Teagan didn’t back down.
“Raven f****d Lyall.”
“No, she did not.” Phoebe’s eyes cut to me, sharp and full of that familiar contempt, the look that always said I was lying just by existing. “There’s no way.”
“You’re right,” I said. “I didn’t.”
“Stop denying it.” Teagan turned to me, then turned back to Phoebe and started spilling everything I’d told her—how I’d almost been hit by Lyall’s car, how he’d taken me to his hotel, the pizza, the signed jersey, and the football.
The more she talked, the wider Phoebe’s eyes got before she burst out laughing. The sound was ugly and loud as she looked at Teagan like her friend had suddenly grown horns.
“There is no way tha
