Chapter 12

We’re going to jail; I was sure of it. When Don pulled me into the extraordinarily hot office, it was all I could think about. My chest was on fire from me holding my breath, and I saw stars.

Kidding. I didn’t see stars. 

But I saw myself wearing a roleplay officer uniform and handcuffs in front of a judge. He or she was reading out my charges and passing out the corresponding judgment. Impersonation — 5 years. Breaking and Entering — 16 months. Tampering with evidence — 5 years, and...oh! Falling for the straightest boy in all of St. Avenston — a lifetime of heartache and unrequited affection. The hammer slammed down, and I was whisked to a jail cell in the middle of nowhere.

“Hey, hey, Asher. Breathe, man. Just breathe, it’s okay,” Don’s deep voice penetrated my catatonic state. I didn’t even know I had closed my eyes until I opened them to see a worried-looking Donovan holding my shoulders and shaking me gently. 

“It’s okay,” he repeated. Though