Sienna

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made both our heads turn. I peeked through the blinds and my heart nearly stopped — Coach Daniels.

“Oh no,” I muttered. “Jaxon… your coach is here.”

Jaxon’s face drained of color. “Now? What the hell—” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting toward the door. “Stay upstairs, Sienna. Please.”

I nodded quickly and slipped away to my room. My stomach was in knots. From upstairs, I could hear the knock on the door ...