Bryson's POV
I don't want to go with Marcus and his teammates, but I have no real choice without looking like an asshole. Marcus's team is heading back to Canada in a few days, and they're throwing a big party at his mom's house before they leave.
"Come on, it'll be fun," one of Marcus's teammates says, clapping me on the shoulder. "Better than sitting around campus doing nothing."
Our guys seem excited about it too, already talking about free alcohol and meeting new people. I can't exactly say no without explaining why, and I don't have a good reason that doesn't sound paranoid.
The bus ride to Marcus's place is loud, laughter bouncing around from every direction. Guys are joking about the game, trash-talking each other, and making plans for the party.
Julian sits by hims
