Damon: I hope so
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DAMON
Pulling in a deep breath,I exit out of my texts and bring up my father’s contact information.
Damon: are you busy?
Damon: I need to talk to you about something important
Damon: it will only take a few minutes
It could be a while before my father answers, so I tuck my phone in my pocket as I get up off my bed.
I might as well see if I can track down one of the leaders and get that conversation out of the way before I lose my nerve.
I’ve never been especially close with this year’s leadership, and I’ve found myself on their shit list more than once thanks to my loner ways and my tendency to do the bare minimum of what’s expected of me, but I’ve never pissed any of them off or gotten in any real trouble.
Hopefully, they’ll remember that when I talk to them.
I’m just closing the door to my room when Anthony comes around the corner.
“Hey, Ant?” I ask as he approaches.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Have you seen Graycen around?”
Out of our four leaders, Graycen is definitely the most level-headed and logical, and he’s always treated me fairly. He’s also the head of the leadership team, so he’s the best choice to talk to about this.
Anthony shoots me a curious look. “Is something going on?”
“I need to talk to him about something important.”
“Something important?” he asks, not quite pulling off the innocent look he’s going for.
“Yeah.”
“Like what?” he asks, still giving me that not-quite innocent look.
“Just something personal.”
“Does it have anything to do with a certain someone who’s been sneaking into your room for the past few weeks?”
My jaw nearly comes unhinged as the world kind of shimmers around the edges.
He knows about Xave sneaking into the house?
How the fuck does he know about Xave sneaking into the house?
“Chill, dude,” he says with a laugh. “You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” He nods toward my room door. “How about we go in there for a second before you collapse and I have to revive your ass.”
Woodenly, I push the door open and stumble back into my room.
“You know?” I croak when he closes the door behind him.
He leans against the heavy wooden door and nods, his big arms crossed over his chest and all traces of his laughter gone.
