CHAPTER 38

I looked at the green substance, then at Sebastian's smiling face, then at the weed again. I couldn't believe he had pot stashed in his room...on the contrary, I could actually believe it, but I couldn't believe he had it while he was supposed to be running away from that stuff. I was disappointed that this was all for not, that all of the charity work I had planned for him would consist of him running to the bathroom in the middle of it to smoke a blunt half the time.

"Sebastian,...