Only then do I step back, walk to the fridge and grab a can of beer.
“Try not to kill each other while I’m gone,” I mutter. Then I head to my bedroom.
Inside, I flop face-first onto my bed and let out a groan that probably echoes down the hallway. Today’s been wild.
I woke up thinking I’d talk to Katy about what happened at the party and somehow, my best friend ends up suspended for three freaking games. All because of Bryan.
I drag a hand down my face, my jaw tightening. I kept telling myself Katy’s drama with Bryan wasn’t my business. That I just had to stay in my lane and help her with her goals. But after today? Nah. This is personal now. I want that jerk to regret ever messing with her.
A thought hits me at this moment and my eyes widen. The whole reason Katy came up with our
