Chapter Sixty Eight
My stomach churned with guilt as I walked through the school hallways. I was supposed to go to William's house yesterday, but everything had fallen apart.
I spotted him at his locker by his familiar blond hair and stopped dead.
This wasn't my William!
Where did my best friend go?
Gone were his usual smart clothes and perfectly styled hair. Instead, he was wearing an all black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and hair messily tousled.
Did he breathe in the same air as Matt or something? Or maybe some contagious disease was spreading across the whole school.
"Okay, what are you rebelling against?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up as I made my way over to him.
William struck a dramatic pose, running a hand through his hair. "I've had an awakening over the weekend, Oliver. A spiritual renaissance, if you will."
"A what n-now?" I nearly choked out the words.
