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“You’re out of your damned mind.”

“Because you’re driving me crazy, baby.”

It felt like my heart was beating in my throat. What last name sounded good with Scarlett? Halifax?Ah!Did Scarlett Halifax sound good?!God.It actually sounded okay, I guess. Not that I liked the sound of it. Sophie Halifax sounded a million times better in my head.

The trapdoor started to lift and I jumped.

“It’s just me,” Axel said as he walked into my room. “Still spooked from that movie, huh?”

I nodded. But that wasn’t the truth. I was all amped up from my time with Jacob. And my texts with my kiss thief.

“Luckily you have me all night,” he said. And then he just stood there staring at me.

“What?” Oh no, did I still have skeet on my face? Or worse...in my hair? I hadn’t had time to shower. But I thought Jacob had gotten it all.

“You’re wearing your glasses,” Axel said.

“Mhm.”

He lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me. “Have you been crying?”

“No.” I forced a laugh.

He stepped toward me. “Your eyes are red, Scarlett.”

“I think I’m allergic to something.”

“Hey.” He put his hand on the side of my face. “Did Jacob do something?”

Yes.But not what Axel was implying. “It’s just allergies.”

His eyes searched mine. “Scarlett, are you high?”

“What? No.” I pushed his hand off of me.

“Either way...”

“I’m not.”

“Either way,” he repeated. “You can’t let your dad see you like that. He’ll assume the worst.” Axel dropped his backpack on my bed and rummaged around in it. “Did you see anyone go into my room on Sunday?”

“What? No. Why?”

He shrugged as he kept looking through his backpack. “Everything in my backpack is all in the wrong pockets.”

Darn it, Parker.“Maybe you were just in a hurry last time you packed it up?”

“Yeah. Maybe. Here we are.” He pulled out a little bottle of eyedrops.

“Why do you have those?”

“So that my eyes aren’t red.”

“Areyouhigh right now?”

He laughed. “No. Tilt your head back.”

“I can do it myself.”