My uber pulls up to Dylan's place. I thank the driver, get out, and walk up the steps. I ring the doorbell. About 15 seconds later, Dylan's brother Mason opens the door.
"Hey Jackson!" he says.
"What's up my dude?" I reply as we shake hands.
"Not much bro. Not much," he replies, closing the door when I'm in.
"Where's big head?" I joke.
"He ran to the gym with his friends about an hour ago," he replies, sitting on the couch.
SMH! Figures this dumbass would forget what time I was coming.
"I'll go put my stuff upstairs," I say, walking toward the stairs.
"Alright," Mason replies, on his phone.
I go into his room, put my bags on my bed, and start unpacking. Dylan's phone goes off; which scares the shit out of me. I look at it. I text from our good friend, Bryce Hall. I sit on his bed, type in his password, and read it. I go up further. A few messages catch my attention.
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Oh. My. God. Is he okay?! Of course I'd say yes! I mean, if I knew it wasn't a dare from Bryce.
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