Chapter 12
Never had I been in a boy's bedroom. I know that sounds strange, but let me explain;
I've only been in men's rooms.
When you are around the street, you don't really meet any rich playboy. It's no big thing to just roll around in a bed for a night then go by and pretend it never happened. Nobody really wanted to get attached, and the only one you could actually trust was yourself. We were kids but... Well, I wasn't a kid for long there.
So back to the room, it was... Just as I would imagine a boy's room. It was kind of messy, the bed was loosely made, a few shirts were thrown around, and the only table that stood lonely in front of the huge window was full of papers, pencils, pens, magazines, and open books.
Jason obviously wasn't here, and so I let myself in about a minute
