Chapter 11
Things changed in the first week of December.
Darren texted on Saturday morning, effectively rescuing Jayden from helping Dad with the car, and invited him to hang out in town. It had been the usual, poorly spelled, horrifically unreadable sort of invitation, and Jayden hadn’t thought anything of it, really. He had hoped, vaguely, to invite him over later in the day and hide up in his room while Mum and Dad were at the shops. He had vague designs, after seeing Darren’s sinful range of clingy T-shirts, of getting him out of the clingy T-shirts.
They met at Milzani’s. Jayden had never been in the daytime, and its evening energy was muted. It was fairly quiet, still too early for the Christmas shoppers to have given up in exhaustion, and Darren had beaten him there, leaning agai
