RAYLEE
PACING IN MY room, I’ve turned my cell off, unable to hear the notifications anymore when the sound of my door opening has me spinning around. I’m half expecting Colt to rush in and throw me down the stairs or drag me outside by my hair while his friends record me as I watch his car burn. But to my surprise, it’s not him.
“Hey?” Nate frowns. Entering my room, he slams the door behind him.
I place my hands on my hips. “What are you doing here?” I just dropped him off at his place after our date was over.
“What’s going on out there?” He points at the now closed door. “Colton’s car is burning to the ground.”
I wave him off. “Colt does stupid shit.” Which isn’t a lie. The video of me floating around on the internet proves that.
“Are you okay?” He walks over to me.
“Of course.” I
