“Where were you last night?” I ask. He scowls. “Where did you disappear to after practice?” Nice try at deflecting, Westly. Really. “Out. With my boyfriend.” I wave in Kole’s direction again. “I didn’t realize I was needed here or I would’ve come home.” West’s face slowly falls from deflective anger to something worse—utter confusion. “B-boyfriend?” He groans. “Coach Hogan is going to kill me.” “And me, but that’s not the point. Where. Were. You?”
