The engine of Finn’s car roared to life, but for a long minute, he just sat in the restaurant parking lot, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He wasn’t thinking about the fake phone call he’d used as an excuse to leave. He was only hearing Valerie’s voice, clear as a bell in his memory.

Ever since Mandy had told him she was just some old schoolmate to Zayn, Finn’s entire world had made sense because of that one simple story: Zayn Carrington, his childhood friend, was ...