CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The rest of the day was spent around Corrigan’s house. We all took turns at Guitar Hero. Corrigan was the best, no surprise. Bryce hadn’t spent as much time playing it since, until last week, everything centered around soccer.
I sucked. That was all there was to it, but for my defense—my mind was elsewhere.
After awhile, I padded into the guest bedroom and curled into a dreamless sleep. I kept fighting it because I hadn’t wanted nightmares, but I was grateful when I woke up with no dreams and no nightmares.
Bryce knocked on my door and poked his head inside.
“Hey. Corr and I are going to go out for a little bit. Wanna come?”
“Where are you going?”
“Harris’ parents are out of town for the whole weekend. I think some of the guys are going to hang out, maybe shoot pool.
