“Oh, well, with your friendship bracelet,” he said nonchalantly. Matty made a pained sound in the backseat. “They are not friendship bracelets.” Jace smirked. “They’re totally friendship bracelets.” I glanced at the leather band that I’d forgotten Jace had even given me. We’d gotten them freshman year, and I considered it my lucky charm at this point. I never took it off. “What does my…band have to do with this?” “It has a tracker in there,” he said proudly. “Because best friends stalk each other.”
