Both of our cell phones go off at the same time, signaling a text message. I don’t even bother to look at mine because he removes his from his pocket. “It’s Tyson. He wants us at Blackout in thirty.”
I hand him back the joint, not in the mood to get high. I’d much rather go and beat some guy’s face in.
RAYLEE
I’M DRIVING DOWN the road, my hands fisting the steering wheel. I’ve got all of my weight on my left ass cheek because my right one stings from where he branded me. f**k him and whatever games he thinks he can play.
I ran back to my room, used the restroom, then threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Didn’t even bother with a damn bra and tossed some s**t into a bag. I’ll go spend a few nights at my mom and Cliff’s. I hate that Colt will think he won by running me off, but I nee
