We Both Came Back for Blood
Language: en
I found the list in the Notes app on Chase’s iPad. "Item 47: Steal his fellowship spot." "Item 58: Give him acute gastroenteritis the morning of his interview." "Item 73: Make his girlfriend believe he’s sleeping with someone else." I stared at those lines until the blue light burned into my retinas, a bone-deep chill settling into my chest. Chase and I had grown up on the same street. We had shared scraped knees, cheap skateboards, and twenty years of birthdays. Whenever his brow furrowed in a classroom, I was the one who jumped in to finish his sentences and soften his awkwardness.…