I was about to answer when I heard approaching footsteps. Micah’s scent wafts to my nose seconds before the door at the top opens, and he ascends down the stairs.
“You both look like s**t,” he commented, sizing us up.
It wasn’t a lie. Hell, I felt like s**t.
“And you look like you’ve gotten your f*****g beauty sleep while the rest of us rotted away in here,” Jason snapped bitterly.
“Well, that isn’t my f*****g fault, is it?” Micah snapped back, glaring at Jason.
I don’t know how these two are friends when, most of the time, they’re arguing and bickering. Maybe it is because of forced proximity. Like I said, we’ve known each other since the three of us were in diapers.
“Why are you not here like the rest of us?” I interrupted their bickering. The last thing I wanted was to end up with
