Alpha Adrain
“Okay, I’m just gonna say it. What you did in class today was straight-up shitty.”
“James leaned back, his tall frame making the plastic chair look tiny. His deep voice rumbled out, sounding far too mature for his skinny neck. “I’m with Jess on this one. Not cool, Rox.”
Among the four of us, he was the tallest, though not the richestyet he was easily the funniest. Together, we were all turning 19 this year. Jessica had been the first, born in April; James and John shared the month of May, while mine fell in November.