BRAYDON'S POV
“Yo, where’s your head at?” I blink out of my daze and look at Justin, who’s still mashing the gamepad. “You crying cause I beat your ass?”
Normally I’d talk back or at least pretend to care that he smoked me 7–1 in our last round. But the only thing I feel is this tight, nauseous knot right in my stomach. And it doesn’t help that when I look at him from the corner of my eye, he kinda looks like Katy. They’ve got the same smile, the same stupid little eyebrow twitch. Or maybe I’m just losing it.
He finally pauses the game. “Alright, nah. What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird all night.”
I drag a hand down my face, trying to get a word out but it’s stuck in my throat. You know that messed-up moment where you’ve been hiding something from someone, but suddenly that s
