Page 79 of The Trouble with You (Rixon Raiders 1)

“Cam?” Asher’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“I said, are you sure you know what you’re doing? Maybe this isn’t a good idea—”

“Just text me her number.”

“Shit, yeah. Okay.” He started messing with his cell phone and I waited for the incoming message, and then I got the hell out of there.

Once I was clear of the dance, I pulled out my cell phone and called Felicity.

/> “Cameron?” she rushed out. “Is that you?”

“What happened?”

“I... she... crap, this is bad, Cameron. I don’t know what to—”

“Slow down. Where are you?” I was almost at my truck.

“At a party, across the river.”

Fuck.

“Okay.” I schooled my anger. “Can you text me the address? It’ll take me about fifteen minutes.” If I broke the speed limit.

“Y- yeah. And thank you. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I said before hanging up. Reaching my truck, I almost yanked the door off its hinges.

An East party.

They’d left Homecoming and gone to an East party. Asher was right; I had no fucking idea what I was doing. Because it was the last place I should go. Especially without back up. But Hailee was there, and from the despair in Felicity’s voice, whatever had gone down wasn’t good.

Dammit.

As I reversed out of the parking bay and stepped on the gas, restless energy zipped through me. Hailee needed me. Okay, so the reality was Felicity needed me, but I wasn’t about to split hairs over the fact she’d called me to help.

I couldn’t deny a small part of me was pissed though. I’d spent most the night searching for Hailee, hoping to catch another glimpse of her, and all along she had been at an East party with that douche Toby no doubt. My hands tightened around the wheel. I’d always known Hailee was trouble. But if Jason found out about this, shit would hit the fan. I couldn’t leave her there, though, I wouldn’t. Because Hailee Raine was under my skin.

And even worse, I liked her being there.

“What the fuck happened?” I was out of my truck and on Felicity in a second, pulling Hailee’s limp body out of her friend’s arms and into my own.

“I... she... I don’t know. God.” Her voice quivered. “This is such a mess.” Felicity wept as I slid my hands under Hailee’s thighs and scooped her up, cradling her against me. She moaned, her head rolling to the side.

“F- Flick?” It was a garbled murmur.

“Ssh, I got you,” I said, my voice thick. Glancing over at the house, it was obvious the party was still raging on inside.

“Cameron, we need to go. She needs—”

“Yeah.” My eyes snapped back to Felicity. “Okay.”

Coming around to open the back door of my truck, Felicity helped me get Hailee inside, and we laid her out across the seats. I went around the driver’s side and climbed in, my hands gripping the steering wheel as I watched her through the rear-view mirror. She looked like a rag doll, her hair hanging loose around her face, makeup smeared around her eyes. The rise and fall of her chest labored.

Felicity slid in next to me and let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Tell me what happened.” I still hadn’t turned the key in the ignition, restless energy coursing through my veins.