He was looking at the door and out the window. Not like him at all. "My dad came back from your house, and he was nuts. All tense and demanding to know why we were home early and shit."
Henry fiddled with the buttons on the game controller. "Dunno. I think they had an argument or something. My dad's weird too."
We sat and stared at each other. I felt like something's going on, but its' not my business. I held up the controller. "You ready to die, over and over?"
Henry shoved my shoulder. "Not f*****g likely."
I started the game, and we were off. He's right, I can win but I have to work my ass off and get lucky. Henry's my best friend in the world.
After I'd been massacred for the fourth time, Henry's phone went off. His dad, dinner time. We came downstairs and I saw my dad. He was dif
