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Chapter Thirty-Three

Riley's POV

In the morning, Hunter calls Sam because he doesn't trust me going home by myself. It's a good thing I didn't drive, because then I'd never get home. Hunter really wants to walk me home himself, but he doesn't want my dad any more pissed than he already is.

"Sam, please," Hunter begs her.

I lean my head on his shoulder so I can hear what she's saying. "You want me to walk to your apartment alone to get Riley and just to turn around and come back? Hunter, I think she can walk home by herself."

"But I think she might have a concussion, and she's being very stubborn and won't go see a doctor."

"Hunter," Sam starts.

"It's only like five minutes away and I'll stay on the phone with you," Hunter offers.

"Fine, but it better be explained to me why she might have a concussion," she says.

"She'll explain on your way home, okay?" His voice softens significantly when he says it.

I hear Sam call to our dad that she's going on a walk. I can just barely make out him asking her where she's going. "Just around, I'll be back."

"Who are you on the phone with?" he asks. I can hear him getting closer to her.

"Uh, my friend Maddie," she replies quickly.

The door closes and she's on her way. "It's cold out, you know." Sam laughs.

"Did you not grab a coat?"

"I did. But it's still cold."

"Talk to your sister, I'll meet you downstairs," Hunter says, putting his phone in my hands.

"Hey, Sammie."

"It's starting to snow."

"I'm not the one making you come and get me. I'm fine."

"Yeah, but if Hunter's worried, maybe I should be too."

"Stop, I'm supposed to be worried about you," I tell her. "Have you had your first kiss yet?"

"Maybe." Sam laughs. "I'm like here. I'll see you in a minute."

"Don't hang up until you see Hunter. He'll never let me hear the end of it if you aren't on the phone with me when you get here."

"I'm here and I see him. I'll see you in a minute." I can almost hear her roll her eyes as she hangs up.

The door opens a couple minutes later and Sam and Hunter walk in. "It's really cold and I'd love to wrap you in my sweatshirts, but then you dad would know that you were here so I can't do that."

"He doesn't know what I was wearing when I left."

Hunter rolls his eyes and walks back to his room. Sammie sits by me. "Why

do you possibly have a concussion?"

"We need something to talk about on the walk home."

"You better tell me."

"I will, Sammie."

Hunter comes back a minute later. He pulls me up from the couch. "If you're still dizzy, we're going to a doctor."

I steady myself by putting one of my hands on his chest. I stare at the spaces between my fingers, trying to stop everything from spinning.

"I'm not," I lie. I blink away the dots that flood my vision. Hunter slips a sweatshirt over my head.