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Authors: Kassandra Kush
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eyes.
“The fuck ?” I growl, my face hurting like a bitch. He caught me directly on the upper cheekbone. My hand comes away with a smear of blood, albeit a small one. The asshole actually broke skin.
“Come on, Quain!” Josh shouts, fists up, no drink this time and also a little more limber on his feet. That’s when I remember he’s on the wrestling team.
It doesn’t matter. I have three inches on him, I’m sober and I’m pissed. And he hit me first.
Before I even take a single step toward him, the club employees have made a circle around us, with a few of the cooks and other servers that heard the commotion. They’re all jeering and Dominic is yelling that he’s got my back and I advance on Josh.
He goes left but it’s a feint and I walk right into a right hook to the belly. I take it in stride because with such slow, drunken reflexes, Josh leaves himself open and unguarded. I put all my rage and force into my right arm and plow a fist into Josh’s left eye.
Bone connects with bone and Josh howls in pain, backing off immediately. I follow him, going at him with both fists. He’s doubled over, clutching his face and defenseless, but I still give him a good belly and rib pounding.
No one pulls me away. This isn’t that type of crowd. Most of us have rough edges and backgrounds. Besides, he’s a club member. This is practically a daily dream turned into reality.
I don’t stop until Josh trips over the curb and falls onto his ass, moaning and cussing. The crowd cheers as I back up a step at last.
“I’m gonna sue your ass!” Josh screams from the ground. “You’ll regret this!”
I stand over him, breathing heavily and sneering at him. “Really? Because you hit me first. I’ve got ten witnesses. In fact, if I ask, they never saw me lay a hand on you. Isn’t that right, guys?”
Everyone is laughing now and murmuring, “Nope! Didn’t see a thing, did you?”
Dominic claps a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, Zeke. Poor bastard must have been hit by a car or something.”
The crowd laughs harder and disperses slowly, all of us leaving Josh in a heap on the ground.
Dominic and I get into his car and rehash the fight, talking loud and chaotically from our adrenaline high. We even stop at the bridge and smoke a cigarette as a final fuck-you to Cameron’s memory, just because it seems like a good idea. At last, he drops me off at Alex’s apartment.
I walk inside quietly. Alex’s bedroom door is closed and no light is coming out from underneath. I also don’t want him to come out and discover me reeking of smoke. I open the fridge to grab something to drink and an envelope on the kitchen table catches my eye as the fridge light illuminates the small room.
Plain white, printed label on the front with my name on it.
A strange, fluttery feeling goes through me at the sight of it, my fingertips going numb. I already know what will be inside, for the most part. But it still makes me feel strange, prickly. And slammed with guilt.
Propping the door of the fridge open with my foot for light, I reach out and take the envelope. Single sheet of paper, big capital letters, just like before.
MAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL EVIE THE TRUTH ABOUT THAT NIGHT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES FIRST.
Evangeline
91
I get a call early on Monday morning from Koby telling me about the fight at the club and stomp on the gas pedal as soon as I hang up. I curse myself three times for oversleeping this morning, of all mornings, and even Zeke for not telling me. Surely I would have heard by now if something truly bad had happened to him, if he was really hurt? Wouldn’t he have called me, or told someone to?
If he didn’t call, it means you need to show him better how much you care, I scold myself as I pull haphazardly into a parking spot at school. What if he thought you didn’t care? Try harder!
I throw myself out of the car and practically sprint across the
“The fuck ?” I growl, my face hurting like a bitch. He caught me directly on the upper cheekbone. My hand comes away with a smear of blood, albeit a small one. The asshole actually broke skin.
“Come on, Quain!” Josh shouts, fists up, no drink this time and also a little more limber on his feet. That’s when I remember he’s on the wrestling team.
It doesn’t matter. I have three inches on him, I’m sober and I’m pissed. And he hit me first.
Before I even take a single step toward him, the club employees have made a circle around us, with a few of the cooks and other servers that heard the commotion. They’re all jeering and Dominic is yelling that he’s got my back and I advance on Josh.
He goes left but it’s a feint and I walk right into a right hook to the belly. I take it in stride because with such slow, drunken reflexes, Josh leaves himself open and unguarded. I put all my rage and force into my right arm and plow a fist into Josh’s left eye.
Bone connects with bone and Josh howls in pain, backing off immediately. I follow him, going at him with both fists. He’s doubled over, clutching his face and defenseless, but I still give him a good belly and rib pounding.
No one pulls me away. This isn’t that type of crowd. Most of us have rough edges and backgrounds. Besides, he’s a club member. This is practically a daily dream turned into reality.
I don’t stop until Josh trips over the curb and falls onto his ass, moaning and cussing. The crowd cheers as I back up a step at last.
“I’m gonna sue your ass!” Josh screams from the ground. “You’ll regret this!”
I stand over him, breathing heavily and sneering at him. “Really? Because you hit me first. I’ve got ten witnesses. In fact, if I ask, they never saw me lay a hand on you. Isn’t that right, guys?”
Everyone is laughing now and murmuring, “Nope! Didn’t see a thing, did you?”
Dominic claps a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, Zeke. Poor bastard must have been hit by a car or something.”
The crowd laughs harder and disperses slowly, all of us leaving Josh in a heap on the ground.
Dominic and I get into his car and rehash the fight, talking loud and chaotically from our adrenaline high. We even stop at the bridge and smoke a cigarette as a final fuck-you to Cameron’s memory, just because it seems like a good idea. At last, he drops me off at Alex’s apartment.
I walk inside quietly. Alex’s bedroom door is closed and no light is coming out from underneath. I also don’t want him to come out and discover me reeking of smoke. I open the fridge to grab something to drink and an envelope on the kitchen table catches my eye as the fridge light illuminates the small room.
Plain white, printed label on the front with my name on it.
A strange, fluttery feeling goes through me at the sight of it, my fingertips going numb. I already know what will be inside, for the most part. But it still makes me feel strange, prickly. And slammed with guilt.
Propping the door of the fridge open with my foot for light, I reach out and take the envelope. Single sheet of paper, big capital letters, just like before.
MAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL EVIE THE TRUTH ABOUT THAT NIGHT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES FIRST.
Evangeline
91
I get a call early on Monday morning from Koby telling me about the fight at the club and stomp on the gas pedal as soon as I hang up. I curse myself three times for oversleeping this morning, of all mornings, and even Zeke for not telling me. Surely I would have heard by now if something truly bad had happened to him, if he was really hurt? Wouldn’t he have called me, or told someone to?
If he didn’t call, it means you need to show him better how much you care, I scold myself as I pull haphazardly into a parking spot at school. What if he thought you didn’t care? Try harder!
I throw myself out of the car and practically sprint across the
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