PAST
GRAYSON’S POV:
“It’s finally f*****g Friday,” Josh whopped as soon as Mr. Garrison had disappeared down the curve with orders to ‘scrub every inch of graffiti off this roof’ like we were his personal cleaning crew.
Josh wandered over to the ledge, arms spread wide.
“I can almost taste the freedom,” he announced to the open sky. “No more detention. No more having to see all your ugly faces after school. No more scrubbing shit.”
I almost saw everyone rolling their eyes in unison.
“Get away from the edge, dumbass,” I snapped, yanking him back by the collar.
“I’ll actually jump if you keep bossing me like this,” he said, wriggling free, an i***t grin on his face.
I smacked him on the back of his head.
“Good,” Maya muttered. “Save us from your whining.”
Josh clutched his chest. “
