Chapter 59
JULIAN POLE
I don't know why I thought sneaking out at almost six in the morning would feel cool or rebellious or dramatic.
Right now it feels stupid.
Mostly because I'm hanging halfway out the window while Luka keeps whisper-yelling behind me like I'm about to fall to my death.
"Julian, dude, hurry up. Your dad's gonna hear us breathing. I swear he's like a bat."
"I'm trying," I whisper back, gripping the cold ledge. "Stop talking about my dad like that, you're making me more nervous."
Rico sticks his head out beside Luka. "Just drop. It's not even that far."
"That's easy for you to say," I tell him. "You're not the one with a bag hitting your knee every two seconds."
The bag isn't even big. It barely fits five days of clothes, and I'm planning on staying with Jace until freaking next semester. It's dumb, but I didn't have time to pack more, and also, I panicked. My father is literally right down the hall. I couldn't risk going back for anything else.
