Save Me(WITSEC #2)(59)

I was scared, but Logan’s calm demeanor helped me keep it together. I rolled down my window as two cops got out of the squad car. One went to my window and the other went to Logan’s.

“License and registration,” my cop barked.

I held my hand out for my registration, which Logan was still holding. Logan leaned over to look at the cop at my window. “You going to tell her why you pulled her over?”

“Speeding,” the cop lied. I had just pulled out of my neighborhood. I hadn’t had time to get my car up to the speed limit before they’d pulled me over.

“What’d you clock her at?” Logan asked.

“License and registration,” the cop barked again.

I wiggled my fingers at Logan. He had told me to cooperate, but here he was not doing that. Logan gave me the registration, but handed it over with his badge as well. I handed them, along with my ID, to the cop.

“You two with the sheriff’s department?” Logan asked.

“That’s correct,” the cop at my window confirmed with a haughty tone as he opened Logan’s badge bifold. The cop reacted slightly to seeing it, then looked at his fellow cop through my car.

Logan pulled his phone out of his pocket. “If you continue on with this intimidation tactic your boss, Sheriff McAllister, put you up to, I’m going to need both of your badge numbers right now,” Logan said, with this cold, authoritative tone.

The cop closed Logan’s bifold and handed everything back to me. “That won't be necessary. It appears we pulled over the wrong car.”





School was…well, it sucked. I walked Logan to the principal’s office and then I went to find Colt and Creed before class started. For most of the day, it was as if I were outside my body looking in. This morning had rattled me and I couldn’t focus.

At lunch, as I sat with Colt, Ethan, Isabelle, and a few of Ethan’s football buddies, I felt the urge to leave. I wanted to get up and just start walking. I’d walk all the way home if I had to. The sound of Amber’s laugh two tables over only made the urge stronger.

“Where’s Creed?” Ethan asked. “I thought yesterday was his last day of lunch detention.”

“He’s meeting with our coach.” Colt sounded off when he spoke and that had me looking up at him. Colt’s eyes met mine and I saw the hint of sadness in his face.

I stood from the table and left the cafeteria. I made my way to the building that housed the school’s pool. The swim coaches’ offices were located inside. When I entered the building, I spotted Creed sitting in the bleachers, staring at the school’s giant pool.

I climbed up and sat on the bench next to him. “You okay?”

“I quit the team.”

I’d had a hunch that was going to happen. Ever since he’d admitted he hated competing. These past two weeks being suspended from the team hadn’t seemed to faze him. If anything, he’d been glad to have the excuse not to go to practice. “How do you feel right now?”

“Relieved.”

“Then why do you look sad?” I asked.

“Because I’m worried he’d be disappointed in me.”

I put my hand in his and laid my head on his shoulder. “Your dad?”

He nodded.

“He’d want you to be happy, Creed. That’s what all parents want for their kids.” I squeezed his hand. “Now, he probably wouldn’t be happy with what I’m about to ask you.”

“What’s that?”

“Have you ever ditched school before?” I asked.

He snorted. “Yeah, why?”

“Will you ditch school with me and take me to get ice cream?”

He finally looked at me, surprise lifting his brows. “Right now?”

“Please?”

“What about Colt?”

“Of course, I always want him around, but would it be alright if you and I had some time to ourselves?”

Without letting go of my hand, he stood. “Let’s go.”

Creed called Colt once we were in his truck. As I sent a quick text to my uncle saying that he wouldn’t need to pick me up, I listened to Creed tell Colt about how he’d quit the team and that we were leaving for the day.

“No, I’m not taking her on a date,” he said into the phone. “I know you won the bet. We’re getting ice cream and going home.”

I smiled. I had forgotten about the bets they had made the last time we had raced. Colt had won the honor of taking me on a date first.

“Tell him he can take me on that date this weekend,” I told Creed.

He passed on the message and they said goodbye to each other after that. Creed tossed his phone in the cupholder and pulled out of the school’s parking lot.

“Was he upset?” I asked.

“Not at all,” Creed assured. “He said to have fun and reminded me about the bet when I told him I was taking you for ice cream.”

“Have you two decided what you want me to dress as for the Halloween party?” Because I had lost the race, they got to pick whatever I wore.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to have a Halloween party, Shi. I don’t want to put you in a situation that will cause you distress.”

I loved that he wanted to put my needs first. They all did that. “What does a Halloween party entail?”