Craig was glad he was back at his flat when Kaden called. But still he wished he was with Chloe, just the same.
He felt safer there. Something was off kilter at the flat with the footballers. Craig couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't get why they disliked him so much. He was the odd man out. He guessed.
He thought he was use to it by now. He liked it better when no one paid him any mind. As it was, he crossed Jamie's path little as possible. Craig went to class. To work. Stayed at home as little as possible. What had done him wrong?
"So what's up?" Kadan evidently could sense it too.
"What do you mean?" Craig thought of Chloe. He wondered if Kadan had talked to her.
"You sound down, mate. When's the last time you've gone out for a drink?" There was a laugh in Kadan's voice.
"I'm not sure where you're going with this." Craig squinted. "Are you back?" Suddenly, he wasn't sure if he dreaded the answer or was so far hyped he might shit himself.
"Why don't you come around the corner and see for yourself," Kaden said. "The Lucky Lad."
Craig felt himself go hard. "What do you mean?"
"Just get your ass down, here?"
"But what about Chloe?" Craig quavered.
"What about her? I'll see her later."
"What does it matter when I see her?"
"It doesn't." Craig squinted. But it did. Kadan was back. Back for good maybe. "I'll be right there."
He shut his cell then and grabbed his jacket. There was Jamie, lean and mean standing in the hallway. Neither said a word. Craig's brusies were just about healed. He didn't want to get in to it again with him. Didn't hint for an apology, either.
Craig held his breath as he went passed. If he had any luck at the Lucky Lad, Craig knew he wouldn't be back tonight.