Abel
"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Jasper asks, waving a hand in front of my face.
He, Barrett, and I are working out. It's our Saturday morning routine. Since we were teenagers on the football team, we've worked out every Saturday morning. I try to ignore him, focusing on breathing as I push the weight toward the ceiling.
"I'm listening to you. Just because I'm not gossiping doesn't mean I'm not listening."
Barrett gives him a grin. "He had a date last night, he stayed up too late to listen to you. You know Abel likes to go to bed at his normal time. He's an eighty-year-old woman in a twenty-year-old man's body."
"Haha," I fake laugh. "I like routine, and you know that."