“So,” Wendy said as she walked before the two men. “Chris, you have missed out on a lot. First, remember how I told you about how Isaiah had brought home a random boy and was now always hanging out with him after the Jamie incident? Well, yeah, him and Royal? Best friends. Or maybe more, I don’t know; it’s hard to tell with the two. But they make out a lot, only when they’re high.”
Creed frowned when he heard that name, Royal; now that name screamed familiarity. Why did he know that name? “Oh! The boy drove his uncle or brother to kill themselves, right?”
“Jesus, Creed,” Chris hissed, whacking him in the stomach. “Have some sensitivity.”
Creed scowled as he rubbed his stomach in pain. “Why hit me? I’m just saying what I’ve heard.”
Wendy seemed a little uncomfortable but nodded. “Yeah,
