Chapter 4Spring 1996
Winter was over, and spring break was just around the corner.
“Hey, Wills. The Tri Gams are having a beer bash. Wanna go?”
Wills looked up from the textbook he’d been studying. “Sounds good.” He closed the book, linked his fingers, and stretched his arms high over his head. “I could use the break. I’ll just change.”
“Why don’t you wear those 501s of yours?”
“They’re getting a little worn, don’t you think?”
“Not for a keg party.” Michael waggled his eyebrows, making Wills smile.
“Okay.”
He chose to wear a red T-shirt with black letters that read, Heaven doesn’t want me, and hell is afraid I’ll take over. He pulled it on over his head, tucked it into me, and did up my button fly.
Shaw handed him his leather jacket, and we left.
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