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Chapter Seven - Daddy

Zeke slams the helpless boy against the lockers.

"How dare you do that. Who the fuck do you think you are? The President?"

"I-I'm sorry," the boy cries, eyes widened in fear.

"Zeke! What the hell are you doing?" I pull him from the guy he was crushing against the lockers.

"This guy fucking bumped into me and didn't say fucking sorry. Can you believe that?"

Is he being fricking serious right now.

I turn to the scared boy and help him pick up his books that fell, "Are you okay?"

He nods and gives me his best smile. My heart breaks.

Poor kid.

I straighten up the crushed collar of his shirt and fix his dorky sweater. "All better. Sorry about him," I nod towards Zeke who's currently death staring me.

"Thanks," the boy lets out before walking away.

I turn to Zeke. "You're insane!"

"Why were you helping that fucking square?"

"Because you were picking on him for no reason!" I shout.

"It wasn't for no reason! He walked into me!" He shouts back.

People in the corridor stare. Ugh mind your own b
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