PAST
GRAYSON’S POV:
“Starting the year with a bang, eh?” A voice called out.
I turned to see Alex strolling toward us, grin wide as ever.
“Hell, yeah,” Josh shot back just as enthusiastically, fist bumping him.
“Who’s place?” He asked, fiddling with the locker right beside mine.
“Mine,” I said, narrowing my eyes at both Josh and Nathan.
“Perfect,” Alex said, slamming his locker shut and sauntering off. “See you there.”
“I thought it was a farewell party for Jack Russo and the football team only,” Theo said, beating me to the question. “Alex’s not on your team.”
“Neither are you,” Nate pointed out, grinning at Theo.
Theo and I rolled our eyes in tandem.
“Who else did you invite, i***t?” I demanded.
“Everyone,” Josh replied casually. “You sure your dad’s still out of town?”
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