Landon
"I want to talk about Beckham." "Nope. You're not allowed. I'm cutting you off." "That's not fair. I only brought her up once today!" "Yes, and once was already enough. We already went over everything that happened last night. I'm not interested in hearing it again." Xavier tries to scowl at me, but his eyes are still so red and puffy from last night that it looks more like a grimace. "You're not a very supportive roommate, you know," he says, as if this is some sort of grand revelation, and not the same words he's said to me at least a dozen times before. "If you wanted a supportive roommate you should have filed a complaint on the first day of camp and gotten yourself switched into a different cabin," I say reasonably, folding over the sleeves of my polo to form a tidy squ
