Meeting Him

"Fucking finally, " Jared says as we come in and kisses Christina. She pulls back, although I see she's not pissed off.

"Are you drunk already?" Chris makes a face at him and he leans towards her again for another smooch.

"We won, baby."

While I'm wondering how come she forgave him for everything he did to her, I see Nathan.

Right. He is here.

Nathan's lying on the ground, his elbow propped on one of the cushions scattered around. I've always thought the huge living room Max's parents have is too-hippie decorated, but that's the first time I kind of like it. He's smoking and the two girls sitting next to him are giggling about something. Max's sitting cross-legged opposite them, strumming something on his guitar. Both his parents are musicians and I have no idea why he's on the team, but he seems to be very bad at music, so hockey was probably the only other option he had for an extracurricular activity. They're talking about something and I struggle to hear what it is when Nathan's