“Bryce. Seriously. I’m here and I want to have this talk. Tell me what’s up with you.”
His eyes locked with mine and I saw that he was considering it, considering something.
Finally, he cut out, “Why’d you bail on my party?”
“Are you serious? This is what that’s about? Because I bailed on your party?”
“Yes and no.” He sighed and pushed off from the counter, but kept a hold of its edge. He bounced back and forth, doing reverse push-ups from the counter. His arm muscles bulged with each movement.
“I don’t know,” Bryce mumbled with his chin tucked downwards. He looked at the floor. “I just...I don’t know. I’m on edge today.”
“Why?” I was dumbfounded. Yeah. I had bailed on Friday night, but so what? He still got laid. Corrigan said he saw Bryce disappear into a backroom with one of the c
