Chapter 21

passwords

I hated passwords.

And it turned out that Colton's cell phone had them.

It was already on the third attempt and if it continued like this, the phone was going to crash completely.

Shit.

The only thing he could do was answer calls.

So when Key called to find out where he was, it was a surprise that he was able to answer.

Key was driving a jumbo-size white van that had only one passenger seat. A large antenna protruded from the cab, and on its bumper was a sticker that read: "We cowboys know how to use the language better than the French."

As I got into the vehicle I couldn't help but give the boy a second look. He was handsome, athletic, and had tanned skin, surely from working in the sun.

He was a complete stranger to me, but if Colton trusted him to take me to his apartment… well, I had to trust him too.

Key immediately smiled at me and I felt comfortable in his presence.

“So…what stupid