Page 43 of Echoes of Us

I’ll bring food, and you can walk us through it

“What?” Noah asked, pulling a shirt over his head in one fluid motion.

“Colin and Ezra. It’s an ongoing joke because they’re so overprotective,” I explained.

Me

in a while

I have work to get done

I’ll see you tomorrow

Colin Whitmore

you don’t want to see us?

“That makes sense. Ezra hates me. Parents usually hate me.”

I turned to look at him with a frown. “Ezra doesn’t hate you,” I told him.

He smiled at me, raising his eyebrows and lookingunconvinced. “He used to like me. Somewhere along the line, he stopped being nice. Now he just glares at me.”

I hadn’t noticed that. “I’ll talk to him,” I told him, but he dismissed the thought with a casual shoulder lift.

He ran his hands through his wet hair. He was perfect just out of the shower. He started bagging his stuff, and I looked at my phone again.

Ezra Tate

we can hang out while you do your schoolwork

having spent two nights with Noah while he was “going through something” can’t have been easy

you need to unwind

Colin Whitmore

I second that

what happened?

Me

we can talk tomorrow

don’t come over today

Colin Whitmore

he’s coming over, isn’t he?

Ezra Tate

for fuck’s sake, Att

Colin Whitmore

what’s going on?

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