Racing through the school, I ripped flyers of Jace and Allie at a pharmacy—kissing and picking out a box of Plan B—off the hallway walls and lockers. They were posted everywhere in the school corridors, on every locker, on every bulletin board, on every classroom door.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I hoped to catch Allie before she walked into Redwood. Nobody was answering their damn phone this morning, except Kai, and I really needed their help with removing all this s**t.
When I reached a window, I peeked outside to see Jace Harbor’s Maserati pull into its designated spot in the student parking lot. After cursing to myself, I hurried out the front door and through the snowstorm toward his car.
Snow got caught in my thick black hair as I sprinted toward the lot. Allie slid out of t
