One-Eighty (Westover Prep 1)

“What about him?” Piper asks, and I let the girls talk as I step around Piper to get the books she’ll need for her next couple of classes from her locker.

“He’s here.”

I turn back at the tone in Frankie’s voice.

“What do you mean he’s here?” Piper asks, offering me her backpack when I hold up her books.

“He’s attending Westover Prep.”

“What?”

“And my parents just told me this morning that he’s going to be staying with us until his mom can find a place to live in town.”

Piper’s jaw hangs open, and I don’t know a single thing about this Zeke guy. My girl has mentioned before that Frankie has secrets about him that she’s trying to get to the bottom of, but other than that, they’ve never talked about him in front of me.

What I do know is Frankie is twisted up for some reason, and our first day of school has just gotten ten times more interesting.