Wes' POV
“Come on, Nosebleed." I'd lost sight of Eva and the Fisker a couple of streets back before the Turnpike gave way to Newark. f**k, this was bad. Eva had no idea whom she was messing with.
This wasn't about jealousy; this was a matter of safety.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much I could do for Eva when she was in a mood like this. If I thought she would pick up the phone, I'd give her a call. I'd be lucky if she hadn't blocked me on i********: yet. Instead, I had another person in my life to worry about.
The phone was still ringing, which was a good sign it meant that Dee hadn't gone off the grid like I expected her to. Since the documentary, some news outlets had swarmed over BrockU. A couple of the students that had seen the blowout between Dee and Eva last week gave less than
