“Oh yeah, we go way back,” I confirm. “We used to party,” Weston says, flinging his arm around me again. “Which is perfect, ’cause we’re hitting up a party now. And you’re coming.” I hesitate. “Oh, I…” “You’re coming,” he repeats. “I haven’t seen you in like three years. We need to catch up.” He pauses. “Just don’t tell anyone there that you go to Briar.” Jake’s interest is piqued. “You’re at Briar?”
