Being trapped in this room wasn’t helping, either. Restlessness flowed through my veins, making it impossible to sit still for long. I walked to the door, opened it, and peered into the hallway, though I had no idea why or what I expected to find. Save for the muted voices coming from the TV downstairs, the house was quiet.
“You could always sneak out and come see me,” Trent said.
“I wish. My aunt and uncle are still up,” I said, careful to keep my voice low.
I glanced across the hall at Abby’s closed bedroom door and contemplated going in there to talk to her. What would I say that I hadn’t already said, though? Instead, I closed and locked my door, resigning to the fact I was stuck here until school tomorrow morning.
“Then open your window,” he said, his voice like velvet, stroking over my nerve endings.
I leaned against the door and blew out a breath. “We’ll have to be super quiet,” I said.
“You’ll have to keep your hands to yourself, then. Don’t start something we can’t finish,” he said.
“We’re doomed.” I laughed. “Seriously, thanks for the offer, but it’s probably not a good idea for you to sneak in right now.” I shuffled back to my bed and flopped down onto my back. “Why don’t you entertain me by telling me what you have planned for this weekend?”
He laughed. “Nice try, but I told you. It’s a surprise.”
I whined. “At least give me a hint.”
“Well, you’re going to want to wear something comfortable that’s also easy to move around in. Jeans would be good,” he said.
“That’s super unhelpful.” I draped my arm across my face and stifled a yawn. “Give me something else.”
“All right. You’re probably going to fall down. A lot.”
“Fall down?” I asked, positive I’d misheard him, but his responding chuckle was all I need to hear to know I hadn’t. “You’re being more cryptic than Isach. That’s really annoying, just so you know.”
“Okay, we’re doing something that I used to love to do when I was younger,” he said.
“And what did you like to do when you were younger?”
“I’m not telling you, but I promise to show you this weekend.”
I groaned. “You and your surprises.”
“You love them,” he said, his tone full of humor.
“Not as much as I love you.” I sat up and glanced at my window, rethinking my decision to leave it closed.
As Trent had pointed out more than once, he could hear my aunt and uncle coming and could be out of my room before they ever made it to my door. Maybe we could get away with him sneaking in right now. But if anything went wrong, Aunt Beth wouldn’t let me go to Whitney’s this weekend, and seeing Trent for a little while tonight wasn’t worth the risk of ruining our plans.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:
Romantic Getaway
THE REST OF THE WEEK PASSED at a torturously slow pace, and I thought Friday would never get here. But it did, and in exactly two minutes when the final bell rang, I’d be free to spend the entire weekend with Trent. I was so excited I could barely sit still.
Despite the fact that Isach was barely in school this week, and when he was, he walked around like he didn’t know we existed, I couldn’t contain my happiness. Thankfully, Abby wasn’t in this class with me, because she was still so incredibly miserable and heartbroken over Isach, and I didn’t want to rub my happiness in her face.
I felt awful for her, and I prayed that Jax, Colt, Whitney, Sean, and Wyatt would find Felicity soon, but so far, no luck. It was like she’d vanished into thin air. I hadn’t even seen her lurking around school. Maybe Isach had, but with him no longer speaking to any of us, we had no way of knowing what he knew.
Whitney kept trying to get inside his head, but his thoughts were guarded. We were effectively locked out, and that was terrifying. I desperately wanted to know if Rector knew about me. Though, if he did, I doubted I’d be breathing right now.
Finally, the bell rang, and I was out of the classroom in a flash, rushing to my locker where Trent was waiting. My heart swelled at the sight of him, and I kicked up my pace. I shoved everything into my locker, refusing to even think about homework this weekend.
“I need to stop by the house and grab a few things,” he said, leaning down to kiss my check.
“Okay.” I smiled and took his hand. “That will give me a chance to talk to Whitney.”
She’d been absent from school the past two days, claiming she was exhausted from spending every night hunting for Felicity. I had a gut feeling there was something else going on with her.
We arrived at Trent’s a few minutes later, and I headed straight for Whitney’s room while Trent gathered whatever he needed. “Hey, got a second?” I asked, gently closing the door behind me.
Whitney lay in bed, her hair a mess. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to say thanks for covering for me this weekend.” I tilted my head, studying her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” But her tone was off.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” I said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
She smiled. “I know. Thanks.”
I hesitated. “Okay… well, I guess I’m going then. I’ll talk to you when I get back on Sunday.”
“Have fun.” She waved.
Yeah, something was definitely up with her. I hoped by Sunday, she’d be more willing to talk to me. God knew she’d been there for me when I’d needed her the most, and I wanted to repay the favor.
“You can’t be serious about taking off like this,” Colt said.
I stopped in the hallway, out of sight but very easily within hearing range. Who was he talking to?
“I’m dead serious,” Trent said. “I told you a week ago that I
