Page 5 of You're To Blame 2

Later that afternoon, I left chemistry class on a bathroom break. Looking over my shoulder, I ducked into the media center. Huddled over a computer screen, I emailed Rocco and Matt asking them to meet me in the auditorium.

The thick red curtains were drawn on the stage. I glanced over my shoulder then stepped behind thecurtain. Cloaked in darkness, I rang my hands as I paced the wooden floor.

“Sabrina, are you here?” Matt called, pulling back the curtains.

Biting my lower lip, I waved him over.

“Really, Sabrina the Teenage Witch?” Matt flashed his cell phone light in my face as he shook his head.

I placed my finger over my lips.

“Sabrina?” Rocco called out, as he came into view.

His brow furrowed. “What’s with the crypted message?”

“Are you both sure no one followed either of you?”

“Seriously?”

I met their gazes. “Yes. This is a matter of life or death. I can’t tell either of you anything unless you promise to keep what I am about to say between us.”

Matt threw his hands in the air. “Of course.”

“If either of you tell. I’ll know. And we have to find a better place to meet without alerting Mason.” I glared between them. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

Matt’s gray eyes darkened. “Are we participating in a séance, Sabrina?” He dragged out my fictitious name.

“Your sister traveled to London for years to visit Mason. They’ve worked out this crazy plan of revenge on Tate and me. Mason wanted me for himself.” My hand flew over my lips.

“He’s holding Tate hostage in London.”

Matt slipped his fingers through his blond locks. “That can’t be true.”

Rocco gruffly rubbed his chin. “No, it would make sense actually. The guy with dark hair I kept chasing. I’d only see the back of his head.” He retrieved his cell from his back pocket.

We stared at his screen.

He zoomed in on the mysterious guy. “See, from the back profile he could pass for Tate. Or, I guess, Mason.”

“But how do you know for sure?” Matt’s eyes narrowed.

“His horrible plays at the football game were sign number one. Then later that night at the Halloween party...” I cleared my throat. “I was making out with my boyfriend, so I thought. I slipped my fingers through his hair and I felt a raised scar that Tate didn’t have. It wasn’t a fresh scar. It felt like it had been there for a while. He came clean. Told me he was holding my boyfriend hostage. If I didn’t play along, he’d kill Tate.”

“Fuck,” Matt growled through gritted teeth, pacing.

“I knew something was off. Tate would never throw shitty passes.”

“He said he wanted to destroy Tate’s chances of going pro.”

“Yeah, well he may have succeeded.”

“One game can’t end his chances of going pro. There has to be something he can do.” I dropped my head.

“Tate has connections. He might be able to try out for a few teams and redeem himself.”

I clutched my chest, blowing out a breath. “I still have to do what Mason wants to keep Tate alive.”

Rocco placed his hand on my arm. “What?” His concerned brown eyes met mine.

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