Chapter 12
“Darling, sit down.”
Jayden dropped the curtain and flopped onto the sofa dramatically. “He’s late,” he told Mum, and she shook her head at him.
“He’ll be fine, sweetheart. Try texting him if you’re worried,” she advised, one eye on Coronation Street reruns and one on him.
Jayden sighed. He had texted him. Four times in the last half hour. The last answer Darren had given him was 4 the last time im jst runin l8 LEVE ME ALON clingy b***h x and that didn’t dignify trying again. Jayden would be sulking if he wasn’t worried.
Darren had gone straight from drinks with Paul and Ethan to his house. (Jayden couldn’t think home, because it hadn’t been a home to Darren for years, if ever, because his parents sucked.) He had initially sent Jayden multiple texts regarding his brother an
