Chapter 15

Wayne’s POV

I press the decrease button on the treadmill several times, taking my speed from seven MPH to a nice brisk four MPH to cool off. I try not to burn myself out in the gym in the off-season too much, especially since I help out at summer skate camp.

Lately, though, I have so much energy and pent-up frustration that if I don’t do something to expend it all, I’m going to combust. I don’t have a clue as to what’s wrong with me, but I haven’t been able to shake this feeling of irritation all summer.

I’m annoyed because I’m bored at home, but I’m annoyed when I have to leave the house. I’m annoyed when there’s too much noise and annoyed when it’s completely silent. Nothing feels right; everything’s just slightly…off.

I’m slightly off.

I think the worst of it all is that I can almost pinpoint the exact minute I started feeling this way — the morning after Robb and Kris’s wedding.

It took every ounce of willpower I had to make myself crawl out o