Wasn’t she the one who’d wanted me to ask her to stay? Wasn’t her asking me an indication that she needed my validation—some proof that I really, truly wanted her here?
For years, WVU had been the number one party school in the United States, and I was sure it was still up in the top five, so it would be a great fit for Keith. Do you want to go there?I wiggled down, getting comfortable. Where do you want to go?
Sebastian. I sighed. You have to know. This is our senior year. You don’t have much time left. Scouts are going to be coming to the games and—And maybe I don’t care about the scouts.I snapped my mouth shut, because there it was, the thing I’d been sensing about Sebastian for the last year.
He turned his head toward me. You don’t have anything to say to that?I was waiting for you to elaborate.
A muscle worked in his jaw as he stared back. I... God, even in the middle of the night, in your room, I still don’t even want to say it. It’s like my father is going to pop out of the damn closet and lose his mind. Instead of Bloody Mary, he’d be Bloody Marty.
I drew in a deep breath. You don’t... You don’t want to play college ball, do you?My body seemed to freeze up while the trooper answered the question. My thoughts whirled around Vee Bartol. Did the police suspect something else had happened to her, but weren’t being entirely truthful when it came to what they were telling the public? I didn’t know and I also couldn’t see how anything with Vee could be related to what had happened to me. I hadn’t lied. Vee and I weren’t friends.
There’s still some people we need to talk to—those who were at the party and were leaving while you were, Trooper Ritter continued.A different kind of stillness settled over me as I remembered the voice—his voice. I’ve got you. My chest squeezed. I imagined they had already talked to him. I looked at the door, for some reason expecting to see him standing out in the hallway too, but he wasn’t.
If you can think of anything else, please don’t hesitate to call us. Trooper Ritter handed a small white card to my mom. He turned and then stopped at the door, looking back at me. You are a very lucky young lady.My breath caught as I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t need him to tell me that. I already knew it. I was officially part of a small percentage of those who had luckily escaped their attacker.