“Where the f**k did you go yesterday?” Claire yelled as she stormed over to Lyric, sitting on the roof ledge, staring down at the student body passing. He hadn’t heard her come over to him or even hear the door open. “Lyrc, do you know how worried we were?”
“I ended up falling asleep here,” he lied.
“What the hell happened to you? You have fresh bruises.”
“Billy,” he said, and Claire scowled as she stared at her shoes.
“I need to beat that fucker up,” she hissed. “I am so f*****g sick of him.”
Today, Claire was wearing Cobalt contact lenses, and she looked pretty; she always looked pretty.
“You’re coming home with us today. Keep your phone on, too, Lyric.” Lyric nodded. As much as he wanted to avoid Roland, he didn’t wish Fern’s tongue in his mouth again,
Although it was a stupid id
