Chris nodded. “Me, too.” He hesitated in the doorway. “If you see Quinn, please tell her Becca’s really worried about her. She’s not responding to her texts or anything.”

Join the club. But at least Nick could offer an explanation for this. “I told Quinn the truth. About us. I think she’s upset that she didn’t learn about it from Becca.”

Chris winced. “That’s not Bec’s fault.”

Nick smiled. “Girls.”

Chris didn’t smile back. “I’ll tell her. See you in the car.”

He was barely out the door before Nick grabbed his phone.

Not Adam. Quinn.

Still alive. I’ve got a ride to school.

Nick sighed and wished he knew how to fix this. He shoved the phone in his pocket and grabbed his backpack.

He was halfway down the steps when he realized what Chris had said.

If you see Quinn.

If. Not when.

I’ll keep your secret, too.

His secret. Not Quinn’s.

It wasn’t enough to be absolutely certain, but Nick could connect the dots. Chris might not know for sure.

But he’d guessed.

The homeroom bell hadn’t rung yet, but it was close. Quinn shoved a notebook in her bag and swung her locker shut.

Only to find Becca standing there.

Perfect, pretty Becca, with all those special secrets she didn’t think to share.

Quinn shouldered her backpack and started walking.

“Come on,” said Becca. “Would you at least tell me what you’re so pissed about?”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? Maybe he could write a message in steam or something.”

Well, that shut Becca up.

But only for a second. “Please—would you stop walking? I wanted to tell you, Quinn.” She hesitated. “You had so much going on, and I—”

“Don’t you dare make this about me. You don’t know anything about me.”

“Because you won’t say anything! I’ve been trying to talk to you all week!”

Like Becca would be able to relate to Quinn’s problems. “Forget it. You’re right. I have too much going on.”

“It wasn’t only my secret to tell,” Becca said quietly. “If Nick told you everything, then you know they’re in danger.”

Quinn stopped and looked at her. She made her voice equally low. “And so are you. Didn’t feel like sharing that? Didn’t feel like mentioning how some guys came after you with a gun? Maybe if I’d known that, I wouldn’t have spent the night making out with—”

She cut herself off. What was wrong with her? She’d almost sold Nick out again. And while Tyler didn’t have any reason to tell the Merricks, Becca would definitely tell Chris something was up.