Disaster

Grayson’s POV

The longer we keep this secret, the worse it gets. It’s like carrying a weight that grows heavier with every passing second. Every part of me screams to run to Sammi, to hold her tight, to tell her that it will be okay. But I can’t. Instead, I’m left standing here, helpless, as I watch her break down and run away, tears streaming down her face. I feel a sickening twist in my gut. My eyes flick to Willow, and she can’t even look at me, her head hanging low like she’s carrying her own burden of guilt.

“Grayson, drop Willow home. We’ve got shit to deal with,” Zade says, striding out, the others following him. I know what he means. They’re going to try to figure out who Sammi’s been dating, like this is some sort of game. But it’s not. It’s spiraling into something none of us can control.

“I’m sorry,” Willow whispers, her voice so fragile I barely hear her. “Sammi’s going to hate me now.” Her words tremble, soaked in regret.

“She won’t care that they found out the lie, Willo