Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- 2 Months Later
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kasie West
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
I stared at the empty stage, confused. Heath Hall didn’t like me? So what did he mean the day before in our chat when he said everyone noticed me? Amelia was staring at me now, concerned. “That’s cool,” I managed to say. And it was cool. I was proud of him.
“It was so inspiring.” Her brain was making some jumps too. “I guess that’s another clue for us.”
“Can you take me home?”
“What? Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
“I just want to go home.”
Amelia tugged on DJ’s arm. “Sorry. We’ll have to meet up another night.”
“You can go out with DJ. I don’t need you with me. Can you just drop me off?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m going to sleep.”
The whole way home Amelia kept asking me over and over if I wanted her to stay with me. Over and over I assured her that I didn’t.
As we turned onto my street, I asked, “When? You and DJ?” Apparently, I couldn’t speak in complete sentences anymore.
“In the course of me trying to find out if he was Heath Hall yesterday and today.”
“DJ wasn’t on your list!” I said, shocked.
“He wasn’t at first, but then I remembered he was at the pool the first time you saw Heath Hall and he was at the museum that night but we had left him. Then at the bungee jump he had completely disappeared.”
“So you thought it might be him?”
“I did at first, but not after we talked a couple times.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Are you good? Because I can stay.” She stopped in front of my house.
“You will drive me nuts if you stay. You know where the spare key is. Let yourself in later. I’ll be asleep.”
“You’re the best friend ever.”
“I know.”
My plan when I went inside was not to look online. To do just what I said I was going to do and crawl in bed. But it was like a sickness. I couldn’t help myself. After brushing my teeth and changing my button-down blouse for a comfortable T-shirt, I pulled up the one waiting message on my phone. It was from Heath Hall.
You want a car, Moore? Go get your car.
What? Had Jackson taken over Heath Hall’s account? I read the two sentences again. Go get my car? I stood slowly, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and went outside. Nobody was there. I started to walk back inside when what Jackson had said out in the parking lot came back to me. Your brother owns your car.