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 ...