She pushes the passenger door open and gets out. I smile, doing the same, needing some excitement. I’m a ride-or-die friend to the end. So if she starts throwing punches, I’ll jump right in and throw mine, no questions asked.
The house sits on twelve acres tucked back behind a tree line. It’s dark gray with black shutters, white columns, and a wraparound porch. It’s two stories and has a section referred to as the guest wing. I don’t think anyone ever uses it. Mrs. Williams keeps the property fully staffed at all times.
“In The End” by Black Veil Brides blares from the speakers when we enter the house. I instantly feel eyes on me. It’s the s*x tape. Friday night at my house, I went straight to my room after I set Colt’s car on fire and then Nate showed up, so I never had to face anyone.
