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Her attention moved over my head. Noah was approaching.
“What’s going on?”
“I just invited Sawyer to the party on Saturday.”
Noah looked as if he might regurgitate his lunch.
“Why would you do that?”
I shrugged.
“She’s new here, too. It would be nice to introduce her to more people.”
“I’m not too comfortable with that.” Noah said. “Sawyer’s never been to a party.”
Her eyes were as wide as a hockey puck. As if the leak of information mortified her. I would be.
“We’ll both be there,” I said, trying to diffuse the tension. “She can hang out with me.”
It felt awkward talking about her, as if she wasn’t even there. Noah’s nostrils flared before his shoulders dropped.
“Whatever.” He said before sulking to the locker room.
Her glare was so intense it could set the building alight. I could just tell she was going to murder him later.
“So, Saturday?” I asked to regain her attention.
She shook her head as if waking up from a trance before smiling.
“Saturday sounds fun.”
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There was chaos the second I arrived home. Asher was blasting Blink-182 from his bedroom. It was so loud that it was giving Duke anxiety. His barks contrasted with the beat, making a grating noise in my ear.
I sought refuge in the kitchen, in dire need of a snack. The moment I opened our pantry, it was like the classic horror movie jump scare. Gracie was on the floor with a bag of Hickory Sticks in her hand. She had her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.
“What are you doing here?”
She replied, but her filled mouth muffled her words. I scrunched my brows, waiting for her to finish chewing.
“There’s too much noise out there.” She said. “Duke was in here with me, but then he ran out.”
I sighed and held my hand out for her. She grabbed it and I hoisted her up and out the door.
“Have you thought of asking Asher to turn it down?”
“I did.” she said with a roll of her eyes. “He never answered.”
I marched up the steps as if he could hear my stomps over his music. The door shook off the hinges from my impactful knock. Still no answer. I felt around for where he would leave his spare key above the door. I hadn’t used it for months. He’d shown me a few years ago when we were still close. When we were still best friends.
I shook away the thought when my fingers brushed over the metal. I’m surprised he didn’t move it. It slid easily into the lock, and I opened his door. The noise amplified as I stepped inside.
He was nowhere to be found.
I switched off the wireless speaker and searched the empty bedroom for any clue to his whereabouts. My eyes fell on the open window.
Typical.
