Chapter Nine
Justin was waiting in his fancy pickup outside the high school. Mason’s phone had beeped with his text: Out front. Are you done?
She pulled her phone from her purse, seeing the condoms still there, and texted back. Yup, on my way.
He had driven her to school, and she hadn’t said a word to her mom. Then there was Scarlett. The tension had thickened, considering Scarlett had now been forced to take the bus—a humbling experience, as Mason had always driven the two of them. Her resentment was building, but Mason was so done with trying to be the one to fix things. Everyone always had to be the bigger person when it came to Scarlett, say they were sorry and take steps to include her and make things right. Had it always been that way? She’d had time to think about it today. Yeah,
