chapter five
WILL
I wait on the stairs, listening to Nigel’s whiny voice in my head as he walks me through the steps of warding off a panic attack.
I’m certain now that I’ve made a mistake. Morgan Frasier has to go. She’s pushing me out of my comfort zone and I’m just not ready to have a female in the group.
Jace appears at the foot of the narrow stairwell. He’s wearing baggy, black skinny jeans and a white shirt under a dark blue blazer.
It’s supposed to be hard-hitting, but he looks more like a pop artist than a reggae one. I’m wearing the same thing.
I think we both look ridiculous.
Jace sits on the stairs below me, his body turned sideways so that his long legs can stretch out comfortably.
“What’s up with you, man?”
His face is a mask of concern and confusion. I can understand
