“What the hell. Yeah, I’ll help you, Riley. I don’t want you stuck with the wrong guy either.”
***
The next day was another fresh slice of hell—AKA school.
I was used to the students ignoring me or talking s**t behind my back. That didn’t bother me anymore. But now it seems that even the teachers were starting to turn on me.
As soon as I walked into Healing Class, Ms. Bright called me up to the front.
“You’ve missed four days of class,” she said coldly. “And we’ve just started the semester. Care to explain?”
“The last three days were my stepbrother’s coming-of-age ceremony,” I said. “My family insisted I attend. I think my mom already called you about it.”
She gave me a sharp look. Clearly, she didn’t think partying was a valid excuse to skip school. Trust me though, if I had a choi
