chapter sixteen
CHARLIE
I’m nervous. I shouldn’t be. Trey’s friends are just people.
Completely famous and important people.
But they bleed red just the same.
In Belize, we don’t go crazy for celebrities. The huge crowds that form around pop stars in the States would never form in the streets here. Something about our culture discourages hero-worship.
Knowing all of this, though, doesn’t ease my nerves.
“Wait, am I dressed okay. Is this too laid back?” I smooth down my royal blue shirt that I paired with skinny jeans and a pair of leather sandals.
I glance at the ornate circular driveway and back at my boring old blouse.
“This is too laid-back,” I freak out.
Jace and Izzy, Trey’s friends, live in a huge mansion.
When I was younger, my dad and I would drive by this house and I’d
