Ryder
We sit around Will's living room and wait for him to come downstairs.
The leather brown couches surround a small black coffee table and the walls are painted cream. It's usually a comforting space for me, but today my nerves tick uncontrollably.
Today feels as if it's never going to end.
Will stomps down his stairs, finally with his laptop in hand and we all look up at him. He comes and sits in his own small seat in the corner and we watch silently.
"Can you hurry up and talk? We're wasting time." Ethan says, the guilt he's feeling written on his face.
"Dang, ok. Why's everyone so tense?"
"Talk." Lucas says bluntly. Even his happy-go-lucky demeanor has disappeared. I'm glad they're serious now.
Will's eyebrow lifts but he opens his laptop.
"I broke through the firewall min
