Mason and I were in an empty classroom. His head was bent down, cushioned by his arms and I was starting to wonder if he’d fallen asleep. He couldn’t have. And then someone sped past the door, screeched to a halt, and backtracked to stand in the doorway. Logan greeted us with his arms spread wide and a bright smile on his face.
“One punch, Mase?” Logan laughed and launched himself on our table. “Next time I think you should get him to knock himself out.”
“Logan, dude.” Another guy followed him in, looking irritable. I recognized him from one of their parties. “You just took off. This place is b***h heaven, at least grace me with some bread crumbs.”
“Ethan, chill. They’re easy.”
He grimaced. “I’m not talking about those; I’m talking about the dudes. They’re all over. Their pants are pre
