Riley burrowed deeper into his sheets. Today of all days he planned to spend in bed. After the success of Didi’s prom, and Carter was all lovey-dovey with her again, Riley wanted to wallow in his own misery. No one better need anything from him because he was out of order; unable to function; gone fishing. Screw the sun rise and the bird song. He wished for thunderstorms. Was it too much to hope for an asteroid? Because it certainly felt like the end of the world. His world.
They’d promised to stay friends, but how could they after everything? Damn him. He said nothing would go wrong. Yet they hadn’t spoken since the chance encounter at the prom on the beach. How was that called “staying friends?” If he was being completely honest with himself, it was his fault. He allowed to be swept up
