"Hey, Joe." I heard a voice from behind.
Aw, no. It was Darren, my "best friend". Well, that's what he liked to think. I kept trying to ditch him at school. He's bad for my image, and I don't have much to
protect as it is.
"Oh, uh, hi, Darren."
Darren looked at the clothes on the ground. "Yours?" he asked.
Before I could answer, he had another question: "Where'd ya get the poodle?"
"It's uh, it's a stray." I tried to pet Von Hauser, but she tried to bite me again.
"Uh-huh." How much had Darren seen? What did he know?
Should I take a chance...?