Chapter 34: Isabelle: Going to the Beach

Backpack slung over my shoulder, I trudge out to the student parking lot. My feet feel like they're coated in cement, and my temples throb with an impending headache. Grayson's motorcycle is parked directly behind my car, blocking my only route of escape. He's leaning against his bike, arms crossed, looking more relaxed than I've ever felt.

"I was beginning to think you were spending the night here," he says, straightening.

"I had a few things to take care of," I say, although I'm not sure why. I don't owe him any explanations. And after the way I've been treating him this week, I'm not sure why he'd even want any explanations from me.

"Do you have anywhere to be right now?"

I glance around. The lot is nearly empty - other than going home and cleaning up after my mother, I don't have anywhere to be. It's not like I have a boyfriend or any friends to hang out with anymore. That's a depressing realization.

"No," I say. "Why?"

"Because I want to take you somewhere."