(Kendall)
We were walking out. Jaxon had his duffel bag over his shoulder and I had my phone out, texting his family to meet us at the car. We didn’t get far before I heard my name.
“Kendall.”
I looked up. Chase was standing near the exit. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t angry either. Just… standing there. Waiting.
Jaxon moved in front of me a little.
“We need to talk,” Chase said.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t about to have a conversation with him. Not now. Not ever if I could help it.
Jaxon didn’t move. He stared him down like he was waiting for him to say something wrong. I reached out and touched his arm. I didn’t want him to make it worse.
Before I could say anything, we heard voices. A lot of them. Cameras. Reporters.
They came fast. I didn’t even know where they came from. A
