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“Do it before the paramedics get here,” Corey urged in a pain-stricken whisper. “Please, Milla. Call my eldest brother.”
My eyes widened.Corey Amhurst knew my name?And not just my name. He knew what my friends called me.
Getting over my surprise, I took my phone out and searched for Noah’s number.
Uncertainty and a kind of panic filled me as I dialed Noah’s number. The very thought of speaking to the Elite group’s president had me nibbling my bottom lip.
The phone rang three times on Noah’s side before it was picked up.
“Milla?” Noah’s deep voice answered me.
Surprise flashed through me again. It was possible for him to have contact details of the whole senior class for Business Studies, but he actually knew the name I preferred.
“Uhh, yeah,” I replied, trying to get rid of my awkwardness. “Your brother’s been in an accident. I’ve called for help and they’ll be here soon but Corey wanted you and Caleb to know.”
“Where are you right now?” Noah asked in a tight, restrained voice.
“We’re on Denver Avenue,” I replied. “Right near the library.”
“I’ll be right there.” The call switched off at once.
Pulling the phone away from my ear, I glanced down at Corey. His eyes were closed.
“Corey,” I said, shaking him.
No reply.
Corey had passed out. Panic flared inside me once again.
This was the first time I spoke to the Amhurst brothers during my four years at Silverlake University. Their charisma attracted me to them, but I never let myself get close to them.
Corey Amhurst and his brothers were popular but they were strangers to me. I knew who they were and what they could do to someone who crossed them.
If you were smart, you knew they were the kind of guys to avoid. Getting on the bad side of any of the Amhurst brothers meant social suicide. Not only that, they could screw people up in worse ways.
Corey looked so vulnerable though. He was a tall, well-built guy, demanding everyone’s attention and respect, but right now, he was unconscious and his handsome face was contorted in pain.
Despite knowing who he was, I felt a deep protectiveness coming over me. My arms folded around him in a gentle hug as I desperately waited for Noah and the paramedics to arrive.
3
Noah
“What’s going on?” Caleb asked as soon as I switched off the call. “Was that Corey?”
“It was Milla,” I replied, getting to my feet. “Come on. We’ve got to go.” Grabbing my jacket, I marched toward the door.
“Did you say Milla?” he asked, hurrying after me.
“Yeah.”
“Camilla Brown called you this late at night?” he asked, narrowing his emerald-green eyes a fraction. “What does she want with you?”
I didn’t stop to explain and hurried down the hallway.
“Hey, Noah! Wait up!” my brother called after me.
“Corey’s been in an accident,” I said when he finally caught up with me at foot of the stairs. “That’s what the call was about.”
