Chapter 20. Red Cup

Tessa’s POV

I shouldn’t have come to this party.

The thought arrives the second Wyatt pulls onto the front lawn of Mason Caldwell’s house, because there isn’t any other place to park. There are already cars on the grass, on the sidewalk, and one, inexplicably, in the flower bed.

The house is a sagging three-story Victorian on Linden Street that the hockey team has rented for six years running. Every window is lit. The bass is so loud I can feel it in my seat through the closed car doors, a slow, heavy thud like a second heart.

My hands go cold.

Wyatt kills the engine. He doesn’t open his door.

“Hey.” He doesn’t touch me. “Look at me for a second.”

I look.

“You can leave,” he says. “Any time. You don’t owe anyone an explanation. Not me, not Chase, not Cole. You text me one word and we’re gone. I’ll tell everybody I got bored.”

“You’d lie for me?”

“I’d do a lot of things for you, Lucky.”

He says it lightly. It doesn’t l