Owning Mr Barrows
‘Are you going to Tiffany’s party tonight?’ Chris asked as the final school bell rang. He was already unloading his locker, stuffing text books into his backpack. He’d done this every day for the past three years, Jack noted. Which was funny since Chris spent the majority of his free time hanging out than studying. His grades could attest to that. ‘Yeah,’ Jack confirmed with a slow nod. ‘Parents are being stingy with the car, though, so I might need a ride. Think you could…?’ ‘I got you, man.’...