CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
ANYTHING
DEREK’S POV
The joint glows faintly between my fingers, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling of my room. I take another drag, letting the burn scratch at my lungs before exhaling slow, controlled; like that can trick my brain into calm.
It doesn’t. Not really. But at least the haze softens the edges.
Outside my window, the neighborhood is quiet, the kind of dead stillness only Sunday evenings seem to have. Everyone’s either winding down from the weekend or gearing up for the week. Me? I’m stuck in this no-man’s-land, dreading tomorrow.
Tomorrow means school. Tomorrow means watching half the guys I know brag about their prom proposals and the other half scrambling to come up with something big enough to top them. Tomorrow means Theo walking the halls with
