Chapter 3
Alyeska
Lad has a last name; I can’t think of it right now because he is walking towards me soaking wet. I’m sure he even has a middle name too; men like him always f*****g do. Like he just had an epiphany in the pool and jetted over to my place on the wall. Luckily, he has clothes on instead of the navy-blue speedo.
It’s too early for that kind of show.
Which brings up another question, how did he know where I would be? Also, the last time the two of us chatted as acquaintances, not including yesterday, we were sharing markers and about to go through puberty.
I can’t remember his last name, not because he isn’t well-known or because he is a walking wet dream. s**t, I am supposed to hate this dude. No, wait, I do hate this dude.
And his next words prove it.
“You went to re
