The next morning I was standing in front of the mirror, tying my hair into a ponytail, and getting ready for the gym session when my phone started ringing.
I looked at the screen.
Jake.
My stomach tightened. I let it ring. I didn’t want to talk to him. Not after everything that had happened. Ryan was already suspicious about Marcus, and the last thing I needed was another secret appearing between us.
The call ended. A few seconds later, Jake called again. I stared at his name.
“Why won’t you leave me alone?”
The phone kept ringing. I finally answered. “What do you want?”
“Bella, you need to listen to me.”
His voice was different. There was no teasing. No anger. He sounded worried.
I sat on the edge of the bed. “Then talk.”
“Clara knows something.”
My heart skipped. “What does sh
