Chapter Twenty Six - "He's trouble"

Give it to me, screw you! Zeke yells in Isaac's face while holding him by the collar.

I heard him shouting from across the corner as I was retrieving my chemistry textbooks from my locker. So I'm listening in right now. I detest having to do that, and I want to yell at Zeke for holding Isaac in that position, but if they see me, he won't tell me what he wants.

He needs to receive some support for his rage. So now, for instance, he never handles things well. The fact that Isaac and Cole are aware of his lack of malice and understanding is a wonderful thing.

"You'll regret it, man," I said. Isaac makes an unsuccessful attempt to free Zeke from his grip. Others are observing and trying to figure out what is happening.

"I could care less. I require it."

Isaac says, "Fuck off," and tries to shove Zeke away once more, but Zeke only pushes Isaac's back against the wall.

You desire that I beat you till I have what I want?

Oh God. He wouldn't act in that manner, would he? He would?

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