Chapter 27
- Xavier sat on the corner of his bed, his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.
- “Holy shit,” he muttered and pulled in a deep breath.
- He had come home from the party, pissed off at the world. Tripp and his drinking problem, Darcy and Gen and their inability to read social cues and leave him alone, and of course, his dad being a dick.