Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Zepp tossed his cigarette to the ground, maneuvering around a screaming child. “His dad played NFL.”
“Huh.” And now he lived in a trailer a couple down from my crack whore mom. That was what you called unjust.
“He got injured or some shit… Wolf only does it for his dad.”
“That’s actually kinda sweet.”
We headed toward the stands, passing by the Barrington cheerleaders on the sidelines, all prettied up in their red-and-white uniforms. Several of them glared at me through the chain-link fence that separated the field from the track around the stadium. And, of course, smack dab in the middle stood Leah with her blond hair tied up in a bow.
“Hey, Zepp,” she sang, giving a pageant queen wave.
Zepp didn’t so much as glance in her direction.
But I smiled when I noticed the bump in her once-perfect nose. “You should probably get that broken nose fixed, Leah.”
She glared at me with pure venom. Zepp snorted a laugh, and his arm came around me, squeezing me to his side as we continued through the cluster of people.
Hendrix and Bellamy stopped in front of one of the sections of bleachers. One glare from those two and the poor guys sitting on the stands grabbed their popcorn and shot up, hightailing it out of there.
The discordant rhythms from the marching band carried over the rumble of the crowd. Dayton’s band sucked. God, how long was this shit going to last?
By the third quarter, Dayton was up by fifteen points, and I was bored shitless. Something must have happened because whistles blew, and Dayton’s side of the stands went wild. The game paused, the refs were talking, and then Barrington’s number twenty-seven sacked Wolf, laying him out on the ground. More whistles sounded and the refs moved across the field.
Hendrix jumped up, spilling popcorn all over the place. “That’s bullshit! That’s a penalty!” He grabbed his crotch. “Suck my dick, Barrington.”
I breathed a small sigh of relief when Wolf climbed to his feet, grabbed the guy by his face mask, and threw him to the ground. Within seconds, most of the players had rushed the field, leading to an all-out brawl on the fifty-yard line. Hendrix let out something akin to a war cry, banging his chest before he leaped out of the bleachers, jumped the chain-link fence, and threw himself right in the middle of the fight.
“Shit,” Zepp mumbled, swiping a hand over his face.
Shouting erupted a few rows back. A group of Dayton and Barrington guys started exchanging punches. Soon enough, little wildfires of fights between the two rival schools were popping up everywhere in the stands.
Zepp took my hand and pulled me to my feet, leading me down the steps, Jade and Bellamy right behind us. The farther away we got from the field, the quieter it was, the roar and rumble of the huge fight drifting away.
“What about Hendrix?” Jade asked.
“Why do you care?” I pointed at her. “You had better not even be considering his nasty dick, Jade.”
She stopped and put her hands on her hips. “Uh, you’re screwing Zepp.”
“Hey!” Zepp swept a hand over his body. “I’m right here.”
I glared at my friend again. “I’m not taking you to the clinic when you get crabs.”
“Forget the crabs, man. Check this shit out!” Bellamy rounded the side of a gold ‘82 Challenger. The stadium lights reflected from the metallic paint. It was something a porn star would drive, but it was a nice car all the same. A classic. Bellamy caressed the lines of the hood with his palm “How much do you think we could get for this?”
Zepp went to the driver’s side window and ducked his head to peer through the tinted glass. “The insides all ripped up.” He circled the vehicle, dragging a finger along the side. “Got some dents. Scratches. But I bet we could get about eight grand.” He glanced over the roof. “If we didn’t get caught.” The sarcasm in his last statement was thick enough to choke on.
I laughed when Jade shot a nervous glance at me. “Calm down. They aren’t going to jack a car from a football game.” I stroked a finger over the paint, before glancing back toward the stadium. “It is nice, though.” The owner would probably be here any second, and a little chat couldn’t do any harm. “Give me fifteen minutes.”
Bellamy and Jade started toward his car, but Zepp stayed right there, glaring at me. “No,” he said. “And don’t roll your eyes at me. You’re not taking that car.”
“I’m not going to steal it right now. It’s called groundwork, Zepp.” I put my hand on my hip.
“Let’s go.” He started toward Bellamy’s car, but I stayed back, my gaze darting between his retreating form and the Challenger. “Roe?” He stopped beside Bellamy’s Civic, one hand on the open back door. I swore I could see his anger ticking up with each passing second.