this morning #1622.
this morning, seemingly out of nowhere, our friend asked if any of us felt like hanging out at his house after school. help him clean. smoke some weed. i thought his family has a maid. i guess not. at first, we all laughed at him & gave a collective “nah. we’re good.” then our one friend, the guy i’d told about the gun, changed his mind. i tried to give him a sign that it was a bad idea, that he’s bound to blab. he didn’t notice. later in the day, between classes, i pulled him aside. tried to make him change his mind. say that something had come up. he was worried that, if he backed out now, it’d look suspicious. i had no choice. i had to join them. ensure that he didn’t slip up & say something that’ll make things worse.