At five p.m., the sun had set upon Redwood. I pulled into the dark cemetery with my gun in my waistband and anger rushing through me. I had been so pissed off today that I didn’t even sit with Poison at lunch. I hadn’t wanted to see Imani.
Pulling up to the curb, I shut my bike off and pulled out my buzzing phone.
Imani: Can we talk?
Imani: Can we talk?Imani: Please?
Imani: Please?I stared down at her messages and the small green bubble next to her profile picture, which meant that she was online and waiting for me to respond. But right now, I didn’t have anything to say to her.
She knew I didn’t like Akio.
She knew I’d told her to stay away.
She knew something had happened between his parents and mine.
Yet she continued to see him and sit at dinners with him and his parents. She c
