Jason POV I grabbed the heavy glass from my table and hurled it. It hit the floor with a sickening crack, shards spraying across the hardwood. I wasn't finished. I swung my leg, kicking the heavy oak table so hard a dull ache shot straight up my shin. Right then, a loud, repeated knock rattled the door. “Jason? You in there?” It was Alex. Of course, Derek would be right behind him. I couldn't let them see me looking like a total psycho. I scrambled, using my foot to sweep the glass fragments under the edge of my bed and tossing a stray hoodie over the scuff mark on the floor. Then, I stepped out into the hallway. “What were you doing in there, man?” Alex asked, his eyebrows raising slightly as he tried to peer inside. I snapped the door shut firmly behind me. “Push-ups,” I lied through my teeth. It was the only excuse that made sense. They could definitely smell my sweat, so claiming I’d been sleeping would immediately give me away. Besides, I didn't want them knowing what
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