Chapter 8
Bryan realised by the expression on John’s face as he glanced at Jason that he had made a tremendous mistake.
“Where did you get to?” John had asked him.
Bryan, who’d had plenty of time to concoct the perfect answer, one that would appease his two friends, had replied he’d met a red-haired chick named Lana and they’d gone out to her car in the car park and f****d like rabbits in the springtime.
“And then what?”
Bryan shrugged. “Then she drove home and I came looking for you guys.”
“You’re a fuckin’ liar.” Jason was looking him directly in the eye. His expression, his tone, everything about him was accusatory.
Bryan felt his face burning. “What did you just call me?” he asked, doing the only thing he could—feign offence.
“A liar. You never f****d a chick. More like you’re
