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Two football players and a pot-smoking loser who always wore designer labels like he had so much money he could wipe his ass with it. They didn’t like me from the first day I set foot on campus.
Why? Hell if I knew.
Was it the way I always wore hoodies? Hiding in the shadows because I didn’t find anyone my age interesting? Or because I refused to kiss their asses like most of the high school students? Maybe they didn’t like my southern accent or the cowboy boots.
Couldn’t be my hat. Shit. I had a black Skyline with the traditional cattleman crown and Texas-style brim.
Who didn’t like a well-worn Stetson?
I didn’t give a fuck enough to explore the reason they disliked me. Didn’t matter. They found a new punching bag and decided I was fresh meat to fuck with. Big mistake.
I could hold my own in a fight. Hell, I used to take a beating every damn day at the home they tossed me in after my mother lost custody. Using my fists to get my point across became routine. I wasn’t afraid of getting bloody.
They had no fucking idea.
I lifted my chin higher, unable to stop the resulting squint—a hard one. I blinked twice.
All three erupted into laughter. Again.
I guess it was fucking funny to watch my anxiety kick in and my twitching start. The squints first. Then, the double blinking. My body would spasm. The worst? My fucking stutter.
“You should kneel now before we make you.”
Not happening.
The Wolfman clicked his masked teeth together. “I vote we make him.”
Ghostface waved his knife around in the air. “I don’t mind drawing a little blood first.”
“I definitely want to see him bleed,” the clown added.
“F-fuck you,” I snarled.
And yeah, I fucking stuttered.Sigh.
All three went into hysterics, guffawing as they bumped into one another, stumbling with humor.
Assholes.
Pennywise had to adjust his mask after it got knocked askew. The clown marched toward me, and I stood my ground. He stopped a few inches short of ramming his body into mine. His head tilted to the side. “Do I scare you, Georgie?”
The other two howled with fresh laughter.
“No,” I growled, frustrated with this bullshit.
“Where’s your chaps, cowboy?” Ghostface taunted.
“You take it up the ass, Brokeback?”
“I bet you d-do,” I countered, keeping an eye on the clown.
Even with the mask, I could see his grin that widened with my words.
“Get him!” Wolfman shouted, and the other two bolted forward as Pennywise lifted his arm, forming a fist.
I ducked while he swung and lifted my boot to kick him in the chest. The clown flew backward, crashing into the werewolf.
Ghostface reached me as I straightened, swiping the blade across my stomach as I gasped, unable to comprehend he’d cut me until I saw the blood soaking into my gray t-shirt.
