ASHER
The last time I wore a suit, I’d ended up in the woods, running for miles, lost in a web of paranoia and fear. And then, I’d blown up Hazel Bell’s phone with dozens of calls.
Hopefully, this night will turn out differently. I’m definitely looking forward to not having to rip another custom made suit to shreds.
“Whoa,” Clay runs into me in the hallway. Unlike me, he’s wearing shorts. Nothing else. There’s a bowl of cereal in his hands. “Where are you headed all dressed up?”
“A party,” I smile mysteriously. “I would ask you to come but no assholes invited.”
“You’re one to talk,” he snickers. “So, who are you going with to this party? Last time I checked, Hazel Bell is in some cabin out west.”
“Just a friend,” I check the time on my phone. I’ve still got half an hour before eleven
