"Ryder...” a voice said softly, waking me out of my sleep. I opened my eyes, seeing Mae sitting on my bed. I groaned and rested my face in my pillow.

"Leave me alone," I said, my voice a bit muffled. "I'm tired."

"What's this whole thing about being arrested?" Mae asked. "Isla texted me, asking if it was true because apparently, everyone is talking about it. They're saying you were arrested at a party."

"I wasn't arrested," I said. "The cop that showed up was friends with my dad in high school and college, and he must have realized that I was his son, so he took my home because...