The Good Upclass

Chapter 17: A Little Help

A gust of the evening wind blew the bleak and silent night of the New Bill highways, the tranquil trees dancing along the rhythm of the crickets’ song like a crowd in a bar. It had been minutes away from turning ten o’clock in the evening when Daniel and Well reached halfway of their journey going back to the bar. A weird kind of atmosphere wrapped the inside of the car, and an increasing tension blocked the throats of the two boys; taking away their ability to cast out some words. As for Well, the chance of finding his phone seemed paper thin. But for Joross, on the other hand, he looked hoppeful. He knew that at some point, one way or another, he would show up. After all, the last time Well saw him was when he was dancing on the dancefloor with some of their upclass. He might have been drunk, yes, but he was at least thirty percent sober (or that was how Well thought of him to be). Sooner, after fifteen minutes more of driving, Daniel and Well finally reached the block where the bar