It's Not What You Do, It's What is Done To You.
Scott’s POV,
“Same ol’.” My hands keep rummaging the softness of my new hair. What is so special about those? I suppose there is nothing they can be right now, but blabber all around my body awkwardly. “Just another dinner with the family tonight. How was yours?”
“Boring! The new job is all but fun.” Job?? “Want something to drink?”
“Yeah! I'll have a root beer.” I added to the guy standing in the brightest orange polo, attending to us here at the other end of the entrance, Jaden. My schoolmate, actually, and a friend to me. He knew he had to put on an act for my age. For me. Bro code ya all. He abides by that. We are all friends.
“A root beer and I'll have… what else in alcohol? Champagne?”
“Sorry, sir b—”
“Don’t you guys serve some c
