I watched Serenya disappear around the corner, her fingers tight around the strap of her bag, shoulder tight with tension that had no business being there. My jaw clinched. The door to the office shut behind me. Mrs. Carrow said some things that I know Dad caught onto as well. I need to move.
The air outside bit sharp with mountain cold. It was only 1:45 pm. I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I made my way to the teacher’s parking lot. I hit Jax’s contact. He picked up before the first ring could finish.
“What’s the emergency? You never call me on days I have class,” he said.
“What final?” I asked quickly as I approached my Ford Raptor, unlocking it.
“Aw, is da wittle Holty afwaid to dwive da Ducati in da cowd.” Jax teased.
“Jax, what final are you taking today?”
“Damn man, uh...”
