The night of the party Hunter ran back and forth through the apartment filling up bowls with chips and stacking more plastic cups by the keg. Sydney had spent the night at home the previous night because he had to help Adam and Free get ready for the party. He wished she were here now, though.
Both Adam and Free swore they had dates, but Free was looking miserable, which was saying something because he was dressed as Doctor Who, his all-time-favorite character. That costume never failed to make him happy.
“Where’s your date?” Hunter asked.
Free shrugged. “I don’t know if she’s coming. She wouldn’t return any of my calls for the last few days.”
Hunter almost questioned if Free had really asked her, but there was no way even Free could fake being that upset. “What did you do?”
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