Chapter 22

Tate

“I feel sick.” I say to Liam as we get back into his pickup.

“Me too, Tate. I’m so angry I just want to punch his face in and stop him from breathing.” I can see he is seething as his knuckles go white from gripping the steering wheel.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Liam. Let the police handle it. You’ve got to think of college and football. Don’t let some prick get the better of you and ruin the rest of your life.” I know I sound like his mother but it’s only because I care for Liam. We all already know I am in love with him, with my best friend. Now and Forever.

He doesn’t reply, instead he just backs away from the house, turns the car and starts to drive us into school. It’s not the first time I have witnessed this ice coldness from Liam. It’s a sign that he is more than angry, he is as mad as hell. And I get that. We’re all angry, we’re all upset. We’re all dying a bit inside for what has happened to Tammy.

He is so quiet that I want to reach out and squeeze his hand, I want to d