Chapter 8
March 3
I’m happy to be headed over to JK’s house for a couple of hours of guy time. I haven’t seen him since Valentine’s Day, because I’ve been busy with Charlotte and he’s been spending more time with Brittany. My parents are in the middle of another argument—this one started over a newspaper editorial—and I make the wise decision not to interrupt by asking for a ride. The Wilson’s house is a couple of blocks away, so I slosh through the melting snow.
JK meets me at the door and stares at my soaked sneakers.
“Drop ‘em on the mat, dude,” he says. “Mrs. Wilson already mopped twice today.”
I take off my shoes and set them on the welcome mat next to two pairs of JK’s muddy sneakers.
“How are things going with Brittany?” I ask when we settle onto the couch in the basement, wai
