What Have I Done?

Brandon shoved the last piece of pizza down his throat and tossed the box back on the coffee table. The television was on, but he may as well have been watching Telemundo; he had no idea what was going on. The nagging idea that he’d taken this all a step too far wouldn’t go away, but he fought the urge to run down to Cassidy’s apartment and apologize, swallowing his feelings topped with pepperonis and washing them down with a beer from his dad’s tiny fridge in his room he wasn’t supposed to touch. His plan was to finish it and hide the evidence before Elliott came back.

That didn’t work out. The apartment door opened, and the first thing his dad asked was, “Is that mine?”

Still chewing, Brandon waited to answer till most of the pizza was gone. “It was.”

Elliott studied him for a moment before taking a seat next to him on the couch. “Everything okay?”

“Nope, not even a little bit