In Bed With The MC President
The older kid actually took a step back, thoroughly unnerved by the absolute deadness in those green eyes.
When the bully finally walked away, the boy didn't complain. He just reached out, gathered the scattered wooden pieces, and started rebuilding.
He was a nameless entity on the warden's clipboard, refusing to answer to whatever legal name the state had assigned him.
It was Jude and I who gave him an identity. I didn't know why Jude picked the name, or why it felt right when I started saying it too, but we called him Tommy.
“Tommy, the warden is coming.”