Chapter 25

My body goes cold. Selena and Mary were one thousand percent right.Leonid’s not a trustworthy guy, not at all. I’m so mad at myself for falling for it when I know better.

Leonid doesn’t see me coming. He’s fiddling with his radio. I can hear the music as I get closer. It’s hip hop, the volume turned way up. And he’s drumming his hands on the steering wheel. Whoever he’s off to see, he’s sure pumped.

I knock so hard on the glass my knuckles hurt. Leonid startles, and when he sees that it’s me, his jaw drops. He fumbles to turn the radio off and then tries to get his window to roll down.

“Hey, there,” I say, all fake sweet. “So nice to see that your leg’s better.” I drop the act, let my smile go flat. “Don’t bother texting me later. Or any other day.” I walk away.

I hear his truck door open and then slam shut, his feet pounding the pavement. I’m speed walking as fast as I can, but Leonid must be sprinting, even with his bum leg. I let my laptop bag fall on the ground; I don’t even care.