We were halfway to his car when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I didn't need to check the screen to know who it was.
I sighed, answering. "Hi, Mum."
"Evie, where are you?"
"Uh... with Ryder."
A pause. "At this time?"
"He's dropping me off."
"Dropping you off where?"
I glanced at him as he opened the passenger door for me.
I muttered, "His place."
"Evie," her voice went sharper. "Are you seriously—?"
"Just for the night," I said quickly. "Something happened, okay? It's not—Ryder's just being careful. Someone trashed my locker."
There was silence on the other end. I could hear the frown through the phone.
I held the phone out to him. "She wants to kill me. Fix it."
He blinked. "What?"
"Just take it."
He took the phone and brought it to his ear
