“I need details.”
“Not happening.” I shake my head adamantly.
“Oh, come on—”
“There you guys are,” Brett says, coming out of nowhere, “Ansel’s in the car already. Let’s go.”
Sasha walks over to his side, glancing back at me when I don’t move. “Aren’t you coming?”
I shake my head. “You guys go on ahead. I’ll … I’ll meet you there later.”
“What about the car?”
“I’ll get a taxi or catch a ride with someone else.”
“Oh, well, all right.”
I watch her and Brett leave. I know Ansel will probably try to find me when he realizes I’m not with them, so I hide in the bathroom. Sure enough, texts start rolling in from him.
Ansel: Where are you?
Ansel: Seriously, this isn’t funny.
Ansel: Do you want your brother to murder me?
Ansel: Meadows, where the hell are you?
Ansel: We’re leaving.
Ansel: Are you coming later or not?
Ansel: Whatever, Meadows.
Ansel: Duck you.
Ansel: F U C K YOU.
Ansel: I’m so fucking mad at you right now.
I turn my phone off.
I don’t want to hurt Ansel, but I need to be alone right now.
Leaving the bathroom, I call for a cab.
Chapter Sixty
It shouldn’t be any surprise to me that somehow I end up outside Lachlan’s door.
I hesitate, not sure if I want to knock or not.
The smart thing to do would be to go downstairs, tell Sage I didn’t feel like going to the party, change into pajamas, and go to bed.
But I know I won’t do that.
Doing what I should do seems to be an impossibility these days.
Hesitating for a second longer, I knock. It’s around midnight, so I expect he might be in bed. I’m about to knock again when it opens.