16
Travis
“What’s up?” Jackson was still in the living room, taking his book bag and jacket off. When he looked up he realized he’d interrupted us again. “Oh s**t. Sorry. Maybe I should just go back to my dad’s.”
“No way, you’re not going back there,” Ryan said, panting as the two of us entered the living room. He turned to me with an adorably excited look on his face. “Tell him what you found out, Trav!”
“Is it him? Is Bruce the guy who got hired at that underground place?”
“It is!” Ryan practically squealed.
Jackson grabbed my arm and squeezed it tightly in his hands. “Oh my god! What did he say? What did you say? Did you tell him about me?”
“He did!” Ryan practically yelled. “He told him to come over anytime!”
“Ryan!” I hadn’t intended for my voice to be quite so stern, but it d
