Chapter 45

Connor POV

I pull up to the house, cut my bike off, and slide off. I pull my black baseball cap down to cover my face more since I never bothered taking it off after leaving Last Rites, which had thankfully gone pretty smoothly with the exception of one guy’s broken jaw and nose. People are already on the lawn puking their guts up. Must be my kind of party. I walk in and am instantly being suffocated by two girls trying to wrap their arms around me.

I push them off and have to turn sideways to get through the rest of the front door crowd. I didn’t think there were this many people at that dumb school. I look over to a corner and see Peterson’s dumb smile and his cheeks reddening from the alcohol in his hand. I chuckle to myself thinking about how he can’t even hold a beer. How adorable. I look to see who has him so red with tipsy happiness and it’s Holloway, of course.