Chapter 3JoJo
The gang of guys I was with got into a sort of scuffle, goofing off, being stupid. By the time they settled down we were halfway down the next block, outside the next club on their agenda. I looked around for Byron, realized he wasn’t there, did some giraffe maneuvers to see if I could spot him. Then my phone buzzed. I read his text.
Fuck.
Where was he?
Another look back the way we came. There he was, close to the corner, with another guy. Someone his age. Slim, good-looking, bald. They were smiling at each other.
Fuck.
If they were in a Disney movie, there would be cartoon birds flying around. Little animals peeping out from behind flowers. Music, in case you hadn’t already figured out they were about to break into song.
No wonder he didn’t want to follow us to yet an
