Chapter 80

Dr. Sanderson was true to his word and actually gave me a ride home from school. If you want to impress your friends and influence people, try getting a ride home in a Lamborghini. That’ll do the trick every time. Even over the roar of the engine, I could hear the crowd’s exclamation of how cool the car was, and the driver, and thusly, me, the passenger.

“You buckled in tight?” Elliott asked as the car shot out of the parking lot. I’d never been in a car like this before, and while part of me wanted to hold on for dear life, the rest of me wanted to enjoy it.

“I am,” I replied. “Why? We’re just going home, aren’t we?”

Elliott began to laugh, and unlike his normal jovial chuckle, this one sounded slightly more sinister. I turned my head to look at him, and he raised and lowered his shaggy eyebrows at me several times as the car began to pick up speed. He wasn’t headed for my house; he was hea