Slamming the phone down on her bed, Remi was furious as she pulled on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. It was late spring but the Chicago winds at night could still be a little chilly. It was past midnight when she got the call, and she was already worried about Luke. Now, this.
"What else can go wrong tonight."
Stomping down the hall she barged into Poppy's room. She was not even sure she would be able to contain herself from shooting her brother and his idiot friends.
"Get dressed, she said throwing some clothes at her from the suitcase to her.
"What's going on?"
"Your stupid boyfriend is what's going on."
"Is Roman, okay?"
"He's fine. He's an idiot, but he's fine. He and the other two moron musketeers are in jail for getting into a bar fight."
"Jail!" Poppy squealed before Remi covered her mouth.