Five years ago
I pull up to my father’s house when my cell rings. “Hello?” I answer when I see it’s Alex.
“Hey, man. I got some gossip.”
He’s such a chick. “I’m sure it’s something I couldn’t care less about.”
“It’s about Raylee.”
I stop walking and spot her car in the driveway next to mine. My father bought her a car for her seventeenth birthday, and when he told her she could have anything, she picked out a white BMW. I almost rolled my eyes at her selection. She always beats me home. I have football practice after school. “I’m listening.”
“She f****d Mike last night at his party.”
My teeth grind. I told her not to go. Did she sneak out? No. I would have heard her. Someone would have texted me that she was there. “No, she didn’t—”
“She did. Well, she tried anyway. He stopped midw
