SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

“Where are we going?” I asked him for the third time. Since he’d announced that we would be ditching school, my heart hasn’t been settled. “You know some of us care about our grades.” 

“Sunshine, you know I’m the best for a reason, right?” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes. He’s so fucking cocky, but I love it.

“You haven’t responded to me. Where are we going?”

“A spa. You look like you’re troubled, Sloane. Your ...