“I still need access to them.” Just until I figured out 100% for sure who my kiss thief was. I might be able to capture the person texting at just the right moment. Or...something. Anything. I knew I was grasping at straws, but I was desperate. I needed my kiss thief to be Jacob. I could catch him. I knew I could. I just needed more time.

“So does that mean you actually didn’t find out who the mascot was?”

I’d already told him that I had. But he was high. And if he was asking again, I could change my answer. “It was inconclusive. Just...give me another week, okay?” My phone buzzed and I pulled it out.

My kiss thief had finally texted me back. “I think it’s very clear that you have no idea who I am. Or else you wouldn’t be kissing so many guys on the football team today. Or flirting with underclassmen. Or wearing another guy’s jacket when you know it should be mine.”

My heart started hammering in my chest. Did my kiss thief think I was flirting with RJ right now? Ew. I looked over at Jacob. He and Axel were laughing about something. Both of them knew I’d never flirt with RJ. And the text said another guy’s jacket. As in...not Jacob’s. Screw me.

“You okay?” RJ asked. “You just got really pale.”

No, I wasn’t even close to being okay. My kiss thief had basically just told me he wasn’t Jacob. I pressed my lips together. But it could just be Jacob lying. But why the heck would Jacob be lying to me when he’d been so honest at the diner the other day? God, I just wanted to throw my phone into one of the bonfires.

“Scar,” RJ said and lightly touched my arm. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” I wasn’t. I downed the rest of my cup.

My phone buzzed again. “And it doesn’t matter whose jacket you wear. We both know I’m the one you’re dreaming about every night.”

I swallowed hard and my throat made a weird squeaky noise. I looked back over at Axel and Jacob laughing.

I didn’t see either of their phones out.

Was Mr. Halifax seriously texting me right now? I was going to throw up. “It’s late,” I said. “I should probably get home so I don’t miss curfew.”

“It’s barely past midnight. Isn’t your curfew one?”

I ignored him and started walking back over to the bonfire to let my friends know I was leaving.

But I froze when I saw the bottle slowly come to a stop, landing on Axel.

RJ started to ask me a question, but I was just staring in horror at Axel.