Chapter 17
Chase sat on his bed, his laptop beside him, the conversation with Vee, Kellianne, and Sam still on the screen.
Tucked into his (suddenly tiny) room, littered on every possible sitting surface, were Rita, Kate, and Jorge (although Jorge was fiddling with his phone, probably playing a game, and Chase wasn’t exactly sure why he was here).
“If you’re here to talk about Trevor, I don’t want to talk about it,” he informed his guests (and he probably should have locked his door, although they probably should have knocked).
“We are not here to talk about that shithead,” Rita informed him.
Heat flared in his chest, offended on Trevor’s behalf. “He’s not a—” He stopped himself, slumped against the pillow behind him, and said, “Yeah, no, he is. Sorry. I just…”
“Are dealing with your
