Sixteen

Kian

By the time I finished, it was almost nine a.m. We stepped outside into the full glare of the sun, still wearing the clothes from last night. My mouth felt refreshed after a cup of coffee, but my teeth were still grainy. I must have smelled like a silage tanker, but I was all out of fucks to give. Jax and I both donned a pair of aviator shades as we strolled through to the respectable side of town, looking anything but respectable. We looked like a couple of teenage tearaways who were due to show up at court.

“I’m feeling better,” Jaxton muttered as we walked.

People passed us on the roads and gave us the side-eye; whether they were driving past in their cars, out for their morning jog, or walking the family dog, their disdainful looks were all the same. It was the type of look that made you feel about as welcome as a dose of dog shit on this fine summer’s day, stinking up the power-washed sidewalk and tarnishing the pristine-perfect streets.

I saw the quaint little café ahead an