Chapter 44

Blake bursted through a door with me behind him. There was a small group surrounding a guy who looked just like Blake, but he was red and almost purple in the face. He must be Drake.

“Breathe, you idiot. It’s not worth dying!” Hannah screamed at him.

“Breathe! I’m back!” Before Blake could even finish his sentence, Drake inhaled loudly, gasping to get as much air as possible.

“Jesus Christ! Took you long enough! A few more seconds and I’d have to explain to Mark why Hannah and I weren’t going to be home for dinner because we were behind bars for being bystanders to murder!” Johnson yelled, tugging on his curls that for once were out their usual ponytail.

“Haha, he looks like a tomato! We should take a picture!” an amused girl commented.

“It’s a shame,” another girl said, sounding displeased.

“Are you okay, Drake?” a small voice asked. The question came from a red-haired girl with green eyes, which were similar features to Luke. His sister, Leslie, was leaning over Drake who held a fin