#Chapter44

Shaw

Ryan

Junior year started, and I drove over and picked up Frazier. He got in and rubbed his hands together. He had something planned because he always did.

“Do I want to know?”

“Nope.” He grinned.

“Will this earn us detention?”

“Yep.”

“Great.”

I threw the car into gear and backed out of his driveway. The car roared along the road, and Frazier babbled on about something. I listened. I’m a man of few words, and Frazier talked enough for the both of us, so it’s fitting.

We pulled into the school parking lot and got out of the car, making our way to hell. I hate this...