"Be a good boy when you go back to campus," I tell my brother, and he shrugs.
He doesn't normally like this topic.
It's Sunday afternoon, and he is supposed to be going back to his campus today because he needs to be resuming his classes, which, with no doubt, he hasn't been attending obediently.
The other night, after we got cut off, I left the house to go find him, but we bumped into the two of them when we got out, and he said his phone went off.
We still don't know of Arnold's whereabouts to date.
And it's too bad that none of us has his number, and when I asked Poppy, she said she had met him for the first time at the party.
I just hope he is okay.
"Too late, I'm already a bad boy," he says, and I chuckle.
I expected he would say something like that.
But I'm the eldest, and i
