Chapter 6
Harris sat alone in his room, staring at his laptop. As promised, Brittany had posted a plethora of pictures from the club on f*******:. The night was lame, but hopefully their friends would be jealous of the smiling, exciting moments captured digitally.
He told himself to log off f*******:, but he couldn’t resist the urge to check out Dalton’s page.
The handsome face, the tattoos, the funny posts.
Relationship—free.
Yeah, free to do whatever you want. But so am I. You’re free to f**k around the city, and I’m free to get shot in the head. Free to leave my body. Free to die.
Beep.
Harris jumped and realized it was only an incoming message from another Facebooker. Dalton, of course.
Hey, we should talk. Really worried about you. Want to make sure you’re okay? Please hit me
