Chapter 11: Two Best Friends

Caleb got out of the truck before I did.

"Hailey," he said. "Go back to the car."

"You promised her."

"I did. And I've kept it for six years." He shut the door behind him. "That isn't what you're doing right now."

Hailey looked past him, at me, still tugging my shirt straight in the dark cab.

"You were kissing her," she whispered. "In the truck. While I sat in my room with the door locked."

I climbed out the other side and stood in the headlights.

My legs felt like they belonged to someone else, but my voice came out steady.

"Hailey, I'm not going to fight with you in a parking lot."

"I'm not fighting."

"Then drive back to campus. You have your own car."

Her face crumpled.

"Abigail. You're my best friend."

"I know," I said. "And you followed us up a mountain with your high beams on."

"Find Friends was on. I was worried!"

"You tracked his phone for an hour before you drove up here."

She opened her mouth and nothing came out.

For one second I saw her look at me with no expression at all.

Then the tears came back, and she turned and walked to the white SUV with her shoulders shaking.

The taillights went down the gravel road and out of sight.

Caleb stood beside me with his shirt still on inside out.

"She's going to do something," he said.

"I know."

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