Chapter 3
Shane changed outfits three times after his Monday morning finals. He thought he should feel relieved to be done with two classes, but all of his attention was focused on his roommate’s upcoming performance. His palms were sweating, and he felt like a foolish sixteen-year-old high schooler, instead of a manly eighteen-year-old college student. Was he even more nervous to sit in the audience than Devon was to act?
He met up with Alfie for lunch before they went to the theater.
“Why must I watch amateur hour?” Alfie asked.
“Because I might be the only one in the audience,” Shane said. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“The things I do for my friends,” Alfie said with a sigh.
“I’m not asking you to protect me from a psycho ex,” Shane said.
“Fair enough.”
As it turned out, the mini
