Noah
Ethan's group consisted of the most popular, confident boys in our grade. They walked through the school hallways like they owned the very air everyone else was breathing.
When they first brought me into their circle, I felt like I was finally waking up from a long nightmare. During the first week, it was small things.
We were hanging out behind the gym after hours, and Ethan tossed me a set of keys.
"Keep watch by the back door while we sneak back in to grab something," he said, flashing a warm smile.
I hesitated, my stomach turning with a sudden twist of anxiety because I had never broken a rule in my life. But Ethan just draped an arm over my shoulder and laughed. "Come on, Noah. You're one of us now. Don't be a drag."
