As Jon walked in a direction away from home, he got a call on his cellphone. This time, fortunately, it wasn't his bitchy mom. Instead it was Trevor Blake, a Goth boy who went to school with Jon and was Zoe's friend (former friend, now).
"Hey, Jon," Trevor said, over the phone.
"Hi," Jon said.
"You still coming to my party tonight? It's gonna be fucking awesome."
"Of course," Jon said. He obviously had no plans to go to a Goth party, but he didn't want to go home. And besides, it sounded like fun.
"Great. See ya there," Trevor said, then hung up.
Jon smiled, but then his grin faded. He didn't know where Trevor's house was. But maybe he could use the stone to help him out.
