CROSS
Bren took off for work and I headed to the kitchen.
I should’ve been tired, but after the last couple hours with Bren, I was jazzed. Hyped. The adrenaline would leave me this afternoon. I knew I’d be drained, but before then, I just had a couple of classes to hit up. Smelling the coffee had already been brewed, I was surprised to see Jordan at the table. A cup in hand, resting on the table. A plate with toast and two eggs untouched in front of him.
“You’re not going to class?”
He’d been staring outside but swung his head my way with effort. He grimaced, heavy bags under his eyes. His hair was also messed up. He looked like s**t.
He shook his head. “It’s a skip day for me.”
I poured myself some coffee and went to sit in a chair across from him. “Z went in?”
He nodded, not sayin
