“Jax!” I yell as I spot him sitting on the ground and laying against the wall of a trashed-out trap house. The smell of puke, the stumbling people, the ones that are borderline overdosed, remind me of high school sadly.
I push past people and run up to him as he attempts to flirt with a girl that looks at him concerned. Jax sees us and tries for a smile.
“Hey, buddy. Nice seeing you here. Oh, and Grayson is he... Here too? Yay!” He says in a slurred tone, all kinds of drugged up. His face is beaten up pretty f*****g bad, and blood stains his white shirt.
“Could you give us a moment?” I ask the girl who nods and walks away. I crouch down to inspect his cuts and he giggles randomly.
“What the f**k happened Jax? Where did Keal go?” Grayson asks him and he shrugs.
“Beats me. Literally. Wo
