“I need to go to the store,” Jem informed, peeping his head into my room as I did homework.
“Well I think Veronica’s still here, so she can take you,” I told him.
“But Angieeeeeeeee,” he complained. I looked up in question. “You know that all she’s going to talk about is the stupid wedding.”
“She’s just excited,” I defended. After all, the wedding is in two and a half days.
“Please,” he complained.
“Jem, I said no. Can’t you see that I’m busy?” I asked him.
“Fine. I’ll just ask your friend to take me,” he muttered and then started to walk out in a slum. Friend?
“What friend?” I asked, sitting up on my bed.
“The one downstairs with the motorcycle,” he answered from down the hall. My eyes widened. I immediately got up and looked to my window to see Dastan mounted on his bike, looking
