s**t had hit the f*****g fan after school yesterday. Blaise had been taken to the police station to be questioned by police who were trying to frame this on him. Redwood girls were gossiping nonstop about him. And I had barely been able to talk to Sakura for twenty-four hours, only a few words in class.
I ran my hand through my hair and hurried toward lunch period.
From what I had gathered last night from Lucas before I killed him, the police were trying to blame Blaise Harleen for this because his father had slept with the police chief’s wife. Too much f*****g drama for me. But I wasn’t going to be a d**k about it.
Whatever had happened, I needed to protect Blaise and his girl. Because this s**t was getting messy, and now that I had become aware of what they were doing with girls at Re
