I didn't have a lot of friends, and those I did were homebodies. I should be embarrassed that as a senior in high school, my weekends consisted of music and books; although I wasn't. It might not be the "in" thing now, but it would serve me well later in life. I'd gotten a text from Ethan that he and Carson were playing video games tonight if I wanted to join them. I wasn't sure if my sentence had been commuted, or if it extended through the weekend. Instead of asking, I opted to stay in.
The light knock stirred me from the pages of the book in my hand, and I glanced up to see Portia entering without an invitation. "What's up?"
She came in and closed the door behind her. "Just wanted to see what you were up to."
I held up the novel. "Reading."
"Do you want to watch a movie or somethin
