The 30th Precinct
Rey walked into the precinct and was astounded with the level of activity taking place there. There was a lot of paperwork being worked on and the officers were moving up and down. There was so much happening in the precinct. It was like an ant farm, the way people were just moving up and about. He felt like a child lost in an amusement park, as he had no idea where to go or where to start talking to people. There was one thing that was on his mind, though, and it was something that would not leave until he acted upon it. He could not avoid the very obvious question he was about to ask. He just had to.
“Mahoney, what’s with all the commotion?” Rey asked a fellow officer, stopping him in his tracks. He almost had to hold Mahoney’s arm to stop him from walking, as he was very focused on what he was trying to get done. Mahoney stopped after seeing who had just talked to him. He had just slightly walked past Rey, but stopped to hear him out. Mahoney was a mixed race man who was in full uniform, including a hat. He had no facial hair whatsoever, but had a full head of hair. He had a moderate body build for someone his age. He seemed to be a very upbeat young man who was very loyal to the cause.
“A bank in our jurisdiction just got hit,” Mahoney said. His accent was one of a New-Yorker. He even had the swagger of a New-Yorker, based on the way he walked and his body language as he spoke. His accent was very deep.
“Civil Savings?” Rey asked.
“Yeah. Just a few minutes ago,” Mahoney said. Rey had no further questions to ask. He then nodded, showing that he acknowledged the information that was given to him. Mahoney went about his own business thereafter, and did so in a hurry.
Rey looked around for his partner. He decided to go to his desk and sat on it. It was next to Duncan’s desk. Duncan was not there. His chair was unmoved and there was nothing on his desk. He could see that there was something serious going on. There had not been a day in which he made it to work before Duncan.
“Damn. Don’t tell me you got caught up in the action this time without me,” Rey said in a low tone. It was a very different atmosphere he was seeing. He was not used to seeing everyone up and about. Somebody who would walk into the station ignorant of recent happenings would think that the police were getting ready for war. There was so much activity there that it was getting Rey’s blood pumping faster. He was beginning to get into the same spirit of work as everyone else who was there. It was just a good day to be a policeman for him.
‘Riker. Captain wants to speak with you,” Lane said to him. Those words took him out of the focal zone he was dashing into as he observed what was happening around the place. He looked at her. She stood before his table and spoke with the confidence of a strong woman who could hold her own against anything that was thrown at her. It was a usual thing for Rey to see, and yet, it astonished him every time he did. She stood so majestically that it made him feel like humbling himself before her. He could practically see the wind blow her hair and a light shine upon her, the way it would be for a great warrior in any ancient culture, or just a great hero.
He heard the message from her and stood up. There was nothing he could say to her. It was not like he wanted to say something. He just felt like he had to, but saw that it was better to just go see what the Captain wanted with him before doing anything else. It was better that way anyway. He walked into the corridor which would lead to the office he was never used to being called to. He made his way to the Captain’s office slowly. He was cautious as to whether the Captain was going to berate him or give him an assignment. It was never an easy guess for him. He just could not figure these things out beforehand, so that he could not be surprised, which is something he really did not like. A lot of scenarios rushed through his mind at the moment. He knew that he had done nothing wrong lately, but still had the feeling that he was going to be yelled at for something, or lectured, or simply warned. That was a feeling he would get every time, but would barely ever get it right in the end. It was a mistake he was happy to repeat time and time again, because when he got it right, the feeling of worthlessness and disapproval would hurt much less after getting all the negative words from the Captain. He got to the door and knocked on it before entering the office.
“Riker,” Russo said as Rey closed the door behind him. He was already waiting for him. The message that was delivered to him must have been a recent one. Russo had his hands on the desk before him. He had his fingers from both hands interlocking each other as he watched Rey open the door.
“Captain,” Rey said. He said it so humbly with hidden nervousness. He entered the office and slowly, respectfully closed the door behind him. He began the long walk to the chair that was meant for him, facing the Captain.
“I’ve been preoccupied as of late, with issues surrounding your exploits in Base District,” Russo said. The tone was not a friendly one, and that was something Rey took to note. He listened very carefully to what was being said to him, so that he could get what the Captain was getting to before being told. So far, it was nothing good.
“I don’t understand. I thought we succeeded in finding Rhett before he took off from the hospital,” Rey said. He was confused about the words he just heard. Hearing them as what they were, he did not bother waiting for the conclusion to be drawn. He just had to say it to defend himself.
“That’s not what I’m talking about, Riker. Your exploits there involving a fist fight with gangsters who are reputable in Base District. You were meant to be undercover there,” Russo said. He said it defensively and offensively at the same time. It was meant to utterly counter and destroy what Rey was planning to get at.
Rey did not want to just sit and listen to all of this. He wanted to defend himself, as he did not see it as something fair to him or his partner. They worked hard and even risked their lives while trying to get the job done. “Captain, you already briefed us on the matter. With all due respect, we had no choice. They were going to kill Rhett if we didn’t interfere,” he explained.
“I’m well aware of everything that happened. I just had a problem with one thing: you let them find out you were officers of the law. They even managed to find out where you work,” Russo countered.
That left Rey even more confused about the whole matter. He did not get what was happening. He was more than certain that they were not followed anywhere at any point. Not many people would be able to follow him anyway. “They followed us here?” he asked.
Russo halted for a second or two before answering the question, but it was barely noticeable. Even Rey missed the halt and listened to the words of the Captain. “Riker, you need to realize that our field of work is very dangerous and you’ll attract a lot of people with bad intentions. You need to watch your back the whole time,” Russo said. Just then, Rey realized how careless he had been about the whole ordeal. He sat back on the chair and looked at his captain. He was ready to listen to what else could be said to him about the matter.
“You’ve been getting too comfortable with this job, and you’re forgetting that being a Shell City police officer is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, especially if you’re a clean agent,” Russo said. He said this with a lecturer’s tone, seeming as if it was something that was taught in Police Academy. It might as well have been, as Rey was really touched by that remark. He felt like it was something to be kept in mind at all times.
“Well, you’re clean and you turned out alright. Couldn’t I just follow in your footsteps?” he asked. Russo had a curious look in his face. He put his hand on his chin as he tried to figure out what Rey was getting at. Even though the silence lasted only a second, it felt like it was a very long time for Rey, and he began to feel as if he had just said something inappropriate.
“You know, Riker, you’re one of my favorites here. Humble, determined, honest. That’s why I trust you so much with all these important tasks and whatnot. This time, I’m gonna need you to step aside,” Russo said. That decision seemed to have come out of the top of his head, without extensive thought being put into it. Yet another surprise that Rey did not see coming.
“What?” Rey asked. He was shocked at what he had just heard. He impulsively stood up and his chair was moved back a little bit and made a low creaking sound. He heard it all clearly but could still not believe it. He knew that he was not going insane, so what he heard must have been real. In all his years working for the force, he had never imagined this being said to him.
“I hate to do this, Riker, but it’s the best I can do right now. You need your rest anyway. You rescued Shane Thompson from those kidnappers, you infiltrated Base District, and you barely had a day’s rest. Hell, we didn’t even give you an award for the Thompson incident,” Russo said. At this point, Russo was humbling himself more and more with each word that was being said. Of course, Rey saw through all of this. It was just for him to see this as a rational decision and to make him easy with it.
“You should know by now that I don’t do this for awards and recognition,” Rey said. He was not amused by this at all. Even the tone of his voice was not the usual, humble voice that would make him seem like a defenseless victim. He was very serious about all of this.
“Yes. You just want to do it because you love your city. That’s why you’ve refused promotions over five times. Your inexplicable loyalty and devotion are the reasons why I’m telling you now: do not go after these bank robbers. Take the rest of the week off. Let someone else get the job done this time,” Russo said. Rey wanted to continue with this case. He wanted to drag it out until the Captain would reveal the real reason for him doing all of this. It could not just be a decision he came up with as they were talking. It was based on something far more serious than that. At least, that was what he expected to find out.
“What’s this really about, Captain?” he asked. Russo sighed after hearing the question. He pulled out papers from the desk and put them on the table. Rey looked at them and saw that they had numeric values. He picked one up and started reading from it.
“Your little escapade last night cost the city a few thousand dollars in property damage,” Russo said. Rey continued to read from the papers in disbelief. He saw the details posted on the paper about the car chase that they had the previous night, as told by a different source than the ones he would recognize.
“But we caught the criminals. I-,”
“Did it after shooting a shop window, nearly killing civilians, destroying three taxis and a truck, including a pillar from the highway,” Russo stressed. Rey remained silent after hearing what was said to him. He was not expecting this at all. He saw his service as one to be commended, not condemned. “I’m doing this for the safety of the public as well. You are too intense, Rey. You need to relax a little. Take a week off,” Russo continued.
Rey had nothing else to say. He wanted to talk but no words reached his mouth from his brain. He only stuttered a couple of times before giving up. He put the paper on the desk and was visibly disappointed with what had just taken place. He then turned around and walked towards the door.
“You should know that this is for your own safety as well. I care about you as well,” Russo concluded. Rey grew only more annoyed with what he heard. He stopped before the door and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He put his hand on the door knob and twisted it. He pulled the door open and went out into the hallway.
Bayview High School
The bell rang, signifying their lunch hour. The school was as busy as ever. Many students were walking around and were going to all sorts of different places to either eat or chat. Some students were with their beloved romantic partners and were not ashamed of kissing each other in the hallways. There were many lockers by which they stood just to kiss each other. This was mostly done by jocks and cheerleaders. The cafeteria was full of students who were either getting food or already eating what they had taken. There were some who were playing board games and others who had set up their computers and were playing online games against each other. The basketball court was full of students as well, and many of them were enjoying their game. It was an informal game with five players on each side. There were many people watching the match. It was a streetball match, so the spectators were seeing a whole variety of tricks that they would normally not see in a match.
Johnny and James were in the cafeteria and were walking towards a couple of free spots by a table. They had their trays in their hands and were walking towards the spots with smiles in their faces. They were happy and relaxed about everything going on in their lives.
They did not see what happened next coming. It just happened so quickly. Oliver and a friend of his, called Cole, quickly sat on their psychologically reserved places before they could get to them. Oliver turned around to look at Johnny and smiled in a provocative way.
Johnny and James stopped walking and became angry. They did not hide it with their facial expressions. They stood in place and calculated several hundred different ways in which they could get back at Oliver and Cole. James looked around the area, thinking of where to hide their bodies after doing what he really wanted to upon seeing this.
Oliver saw that he had gotten the facial reactions that he was hoping for. He smiled happily and wanted to mock tem even further. He knew Johnny so well that he knew which buttons to push o to get the best kind of reaction, and this is what he was going to exploit. “Oh. I’m sorry. Where were you going?” he asked.
Johnny was not there for games. He just wanted a place to sit and enjoy his meal in peace with his friend as they talk about the most irrelevant things that they could come up with. Seeing Oliver was nothing pleasant to him. It was a necessity that was never truly welcome. “Get out of my place, Oliver,” he said.
“I didn’t see your name on it. This is school property,” Oliver said. That response was not one that was welcomed by the people it was directed to. The duo stayed silent for a while, as Johnny contemplated teleporting Oliver into a police station and abandoning him there, but then, of course, it would not sit well with his father, who would more than obviously know that he was the one behind it once Oliver started explaining himself. That would not end well for Johnny at all.
“Oliver, I’m not going to tell you again,” Johnny said. His very serious tone only amused Oliver. He felt like he was getting exactly what he wanted from Johnny. He even chuckled happily as Cole turned around to look at his victims. He stood up happily, just to get closer to Johnny and James or even just to mock them further. He approached them slowly, with his hands behind his back, with a sly style and smooth step, with so much enthusiasm.
He examined Johnny and James for a few seconds as he thought about what to say next. He took a really good look at them, as if he were scanning them. He then came to a conclusion after seeing that he was losing Johnny’s attention. “How’s about a little contest?” he asked.
That was something that did not surprise Johnny at all, and it should not have. He was very used to hearing this sort of thing come from Oliver’s mouth whenever they met. It was always something like this, and the response would be the same as always. “What do you have in mind?” he asked.
The ball was thrown very high and very hard. Even so, it dove into the basket, whose net was composed of chain links. The spectators were watching this. Oliver was the one who had just thrown the ball. He was very proud of himself and was smiling. He looked around at the people who were watching and smiled at them. He raised his hands and interlocked them as he cheered himself on silently. He was standing by the three-pointer line. Johnny, James and Cole were silent and were only looking at him. They were in the basketball court by then. Johnny cleared his throat just loud enough for Oliver to notice and begin to feel uncomfortable.
“You want to score three-pointers until someone misses?” Johnny asked. Even as he asked that, the thought occurred to him that it was the stupidest challenge anyone could issue him. It was so basic and boring that it would not only lose his attention, but the attention of all the potential spectators that he would have loved to impress. He looked around the area that they were in as he asked that. There was a moderate number of people who would be interested in seeing this event unfold. It was just a matter of choosing the right thing to do, and shooting three-pointers was just not good enough.
“What? No. I got something more interesting in mind: a slam dunk contest,” Oliver said. He spoke with a lot of confidence. It seemed like it was something he was waiting to bring this up for a very long time. He even had a sneaky smile after saying that. Cole seemed to be okay with the challenge. He might as well have been. He had an athletic build. He was a tall, built, African-American with an afro. He even wore a street ball player’s attire, which consisted of a very long shirt, long shorts and Jordans. The shirt he wore was not of a team in particular. It was a sleeveless blue shirt. His shorts were red in color, and his Jordans were black. It would be no surprise if they found out that he was actually in the basketball team. James was comfortable with the suggestion, but not entirely sure about it. He looked at Johnny. Johnny saw this as an opportunity to upstage Oliver once again. He smiled a sinister and confident smile.
“Always coming up with new ways for me to beat you at stuff, huh?” Johnny asked. He made his tone as mocking as possible, just to get under Oliver’s skin. He was suddenly in the mood to entertain what Oliver had in store for them.
Oliver laughed upon hearing that. He shook his head slowly, not believing what he had just heard, as it was something he knew would be said to him. He showed it with his stance that he was waiting for that to be said to him. “I enjoy seeing you stray into hopeless situations with all the confidence in the world,” he said.
“Hey, I’m the good guy,” Johnny said. Oliver and Cole made estranged facial expressions. They looked at each other, trying to figure out whether they should actually try to understand him or not. James did not care about anything at all. He just went to get the basketball.
“Alright. We’ll play doubles. Coolest slam dunk wins,” Oliver said. He spoke with the same high enthusiasm that he had since the beginning. It was getting closer to being fully explored and seen, as he was just aching to beat Johnny with the slam-dunking.
“How do we decide that? I ain’t voting for any of your cheap slam dunks,” James said. He stood with style before speaking out. He was very sincere with his words, although they were not to be taken as insults. They were just the usual shots being fired among enemies in high school. He even had his arms crossed as he spoke.
“No worries about that. We’ll be able to decide in the end,” Oliver replied. This was something James was not conformed with anymore. Nevertheless, he wanted to do something entertaining, and with a crowd around them, he had more motivation to go through with this, no matter how dumb it sounded. He threw the ball to Oliver, seeing as he just wanted to see how this would all end. Oliver caught the ball. He looked at the board and calculated his steps carefully. He had a moment of silence as he bounced the ball and eyed the board.
Johnny could see that Oliver was showing signs of an amateur. He smiled and knew that this contest would be added to his list of wins against Oliver. Before he could say anything, as he had already opened his mouth, Oliver ran while bouncing the ball towards the board. He got close to it and jumped. He managed to slam dunk the ball with his right hand. He landed and turned to the others with a happy look in his face. By the looks of it, he had never done this before. He was too happy for it to be something that he could get done on a regular basis.
He picked the ball up and threw it to Johnny, who caught the ball. Johnny looked at the ball first and examined it for a while. He then bounced it lightly as he eyed the board. He had no time to stand around and try to calculate anything. He ran impulsively towards the board. When he got close enough, he jumped while turning around, and managed to slam dunk with his back turned. He landed on the ground and the ball bounced behind him. He was smiling his cocky smile. He looked at a group of pretty girls who were watching him as he did that. He smiled at them and made a stance as he pointed at them stylishly. He picked the ball up and passed it to Cole.
“Let’s see the secret weapon at work,” Johnny said. Cole smiled as Oliver gave him the sign. Cole smiled a very happy smile. He ran towards the board while bouncing the ball. He got close enough to it to be able to jump. He dunked the ball from the side. His left shoulder looked as though it was about to hit the rim. That was part of the trick. He landed on the ground and caught the ball after it bounced twice. He then passed the ball to James.
“Your turn,” he said. James held the ball in his two hands and looked around in a clueless manner. He looked like a baby holding something they had not held before. He was very afraid of embarrassing himself. He had a very humble, sad look in his face. The others looked at him, waiting for him to do something with the ball. He did not move at all. He only looked at the others. He did not even look at the board to calculate anything.
“Frozen in place, are we? Give it up, Riker. Your friend is scared stiff,” Oliver said. He said it as if it were the concluding statement of the ordeal. James threw the ball at the board. The ball bounced off the board really hard and he was already running towards it. He jumped, caught the ball in mid-air and slammed it into the basket. He landed on the concrete ground and grunted.
The others were shocked, especially Johnny. Nobody saw that coming. He acted so suddenly and so swiftly that no spectator would have time to call on another who was not attentive enough. More students started watching the challenge. The streetball players stopped playing and started watching what was going on there. James was walking with the usual pride he had. He picked the basketball up and passed it to Oliver, who stood alongside the others outside the three-pointer line.
“Well, well, well, haven’t we gotten a few surprises in us. Fine. Let’s go for round two. This time, it’s serious,” Oliver said. He was ready to take his gloves off, figuratively speaking. He saw that this was not going to be a walk-over as he thought and hoped it would be. It was going to be another competition. Nonetheless, he was ready for it. He just had to kick it to a whole new gear.
“Got it,” Johnny said, “because I know you gave it your all last time.” He smiled at Oliver as he said that. It was that sly smirk that he would always have when making fun of Oliver. It was something that Oliver had not enjoyed seeing, no matter how many times he had seen it in the past.
“You wish,” he said. He looked at the board once more. He was sure that this was going to be a contest well-remembered by Johnny. He was going to win this concert. He ran towards the board once more and jumped. He passed the ball around his whole waist one round before slamming it into the net.
Johnny’s turn came with another impressive slam dunk. He clenched his face and ran towards the board with the ball. He jumped and passed the ball under his left leg into his right hand, from his left hand. He slammed the ball into the net.
Cole saw that he was dealing with no ordinary amateurs. He still did not see that as a problem. He bounced the ball a few times before running towards the board. He jumped when he was close enough and ended up looking like he was sitting in mid-air. He passed the ball under his bum from his left hand to his right hand then managed to get the job done.
James wasted no time at all. He got the job done by spinning three hundred and sixty degrees twice while having already gotten himself airborne. When he saw the perfect opportunity, he slammed the ball in.
Oliver bounced the ball very hard on the ground. The ball went into the air. Oliver ran after it. He jumped when he was close enough to the board and caught the ball. He got the job done well. The streetball players enjoyed that one. Some of them nodded in approval of the cool stunt work done by the amateur.
Johnny bounced the ball very hard on the ground. The ball went high into the air. Johnny ran after it. He jumped when he was close enough to the board and caught the ball. He summersaulted while airborne and got the job done. A cheerleader who was watching could not believe what she just saw. She was chewing gum and was blowing a bubble while it happened. The bubble burst as she stared in disbelief. The other cheerleaders behind her were all impressed as well. Some of them were just talking about how good-looking he was.
Cole had the ball. He jumped as he spun the ball on his left index finger. He managed to raise his finger higher than the rim then pressed the ball down through the basket. The streetball players all yelled, “oh!” synchronously, as that move was especially difficult to perform. It could even be considered impossible by others. Some of the streetball players were so impressed that they could not stand in one place as they vocally expressed how impressed they were with the move that they had just witnessed.
James turned around to look at the others and smiled. He then turned to look at the board. He threw the ball to the ground ahead of him. The ball bounced off the ground and went to hit the board as he ran towards it. He caught the ball and jumped. He managed to plough it into the net. He held onto the red rim of the board for a couple of seconds before letting go and landing on the ground. The ever-increasing number of spectators cheered upon seeing that.
Oliver had the ball. He turned to Johnny and taunted him by sticking his tongue out at him. He then ran towards the board. Cole knelt in a good position for Oliver to use him as a booster. Oliver did so flawlessly and managed to slam the ball in.
“Oh, that’s how it works, huh?” Johnny asked. He knew what it would take to do better than what he had just seen. He looked at James. James understood the look he was given all too well. It was as if they had just had a telepathic conversation. James went to kneel in a good position for Johnny to try something cooler than what Oliver did. Johnny ran towards him. He used James as a booster and summersaulted twice before slamming the ball into the net.
Oliver stood on the far left of the hoop and Cole stood outside the three-pointer line in the center. Oliver bounced the ball off the ground near the hoop as Cole ran towards it. Cole jumped and caught it. He slammed the ball in, with his back facing the rim.
Johnny bounced the basketball really hard on the ground. The ball went very high. He was right under the basket. James ran and jumped, catching the ball in mid-air. He slammed the ball into the basket. James cheered when he got that done. He was really proud of himself.
Cole stood close enough to the board for him to literally boost Oliver, which was actually the plan. Oliver was bouncing the ball lightly and was planning it out carefully. He ran towards Cole and jumped when he got close enough. Cole boosted him with his hands, as Oliver stepped on them, and he ended up going far higher than he would have expected. He still used this opportunity to dunk the ball and hold onto the rim with both of his hands for a short while before letting go. He landed on the ground.
“Beat that,” Oliver said. Johnny took that as a challenge. He looked at Oliver and gave him a very cocky smile. No doubt, Johnny knew how he would end this competition in his favor. He had a secret up his sleeve. It was only a matter of time before things escalated to this level, and no other time was better than this one to finally deliver the killer blow to Oliver’s pride. He got the ball and bounced it as he ran towards the board. He then jumped very hard and ended up going very high. He went higher up than a normal human could. He ended up going higher than Oliver did when he was boosted. He went far higher than he had planned and was going towards the board.
Everyone who was watching was shocked. Some people were filming all of this using their phones. Johnny could not see how to stop himself. His knee hit the top of the board and he flipped forward after grunting. He fell to the ground and many of the girls who were watching gasped. Johnny fell on his face and remained on the ground. Many people ran to his position. All of the streetball players went there. The worried people surrounded him. One of them was Kurt Hawke.
“Riker! Riker, you awake?” he asked. Johnny took time to respond to that. He rolled over slowly and looked at everyone around him. There was not even a scar or a bruise on his face. The only thing that provided evidence that he fell was the dirt on his shirt and face.
“Heck, yeah, I’m awake,” Johnny replied. Oliver smiled upon seeing this. He looked at Cole, who was actually worried that Johnny had hurt himself but just did not know. Johnny stood up and showed no signs of trauma. He looked around at the people who were worried about him. He looked around at the people who were worried about him. He looked around for the person who actually mattered to him but did not see her around.
Oliver did not care about the well-being of his rival. He was just waiting for that perfect opportunity to relay the good news he was harboring. The wait seemed to be so long, as he watched the crowds settle down as they realized that Johnny was actually okay, depite the really long drop he went through a few seconds prior. When he noticed that the people around were calm enough, he decided that it was the best time to do what he was waiting for. “Well, that settles it. Looks like I win,” he said.
Johnny dusted himself off then looked at Oliver. He scoffed after processing what he had just heard. That was a lot of ridiculousness that just went through his mind before he said that. Johnny shook his head slowly as he approached Oliver, still dusting himself off. “You win? Get real. The coolest dunk was mine,” he said. He was very convinced of what he was saying. He even pointed at himself with his thumb as he asserted that the best dunk was his. He was ready to get all up in Oliver’s face as well.
“You wish. You think this little stunt counts? We had the coolest dunks and we didn’t fail at any,” Oliver said. He was very defensive about it. He saw that he was actually the winner in all of this. The audience there agreed with him, in his imagination, of course. Everyone just stood and watched their little argument.
Johnny looked around for James, who was nowhere to be seen. Johnny became disappointed, knowing that James abandoned him to defend his honor on his own to do something that was undoubtedly completely unrelated. He then sighed in a silent manner, expressing his disappointment. He still wanted to continue to defend his honor, even if he would have to do so alone.
In reality, James was taking Oliver and Cole’s food and was putting it on his and Johnny’s trays. He did it covertly and made sure that nobody saw him do it. He was lucky because everyone was paying attention to what was happening with Johnny. He constantly looked around, checking to see if anyone as going to catch him in the act. He saw that a girl was looking at him. He puckered his lips at her and winked as he smiled a very confident, playboy-like smile. She turned away from him. His smile turned into one of satisfaction, and he continued doing what he was doing. He laughed in a sinister way as he took the last of their food. He then took the trays that belonged to himself and his friend.
“Hey, do you know how hard it is to summersault twice before dunking?” Johnny asked. He was becoming more intense with each word that he said to Oliver in the discussion. He was not intense enough to fight, though, but one could see that it would most probably get to that if Johnny kept going like this.
“It’s probably as hard as falling on your face,” Oliver said, “I win this time.” Everyone in the background was shocked to hear that response from Oliver. Some of the people were impressed and others were waiting to hear Johnny’s response, as that would lead to one of their many sessions of trading insults with each other, which was actually very entertaining to everyone.
“Go eat a moustache,” Johnny said. He said that with far more intensity than before, but still with a very relaxed fashion. He was not losing control over his rage which was piling up. He was just really frustrated with what was slowly unfolding.
“God, I love seeing you two get at it,” Kurt said, turning around and laughing. He was actually happy to be getting some entertainment. Everyone knew what happens when Johnny and Oliver meet. It was something that nobody liked to miss.
“Look, just accept that you lost. It’s not that big of a deal,” Oliver said. Johnny did not see the point in their debate anymore. He decided to accept defeat and looked down in shame. Oliver knew what that meant. He could not contain his happiness. He started cheering happily and made his way to the trays along with Cole. They got to the trays and saw that they were empty. Oliver became angry. He turned around to look at Johnny.
“Where’s that blonde idiot?” Oliver asked. He knew who was behind this. He clenched his fists very hard and they even shook. Veins appeared on the fists. He looked around desperately for James, but could not see him anywhere in the court or the spectator seats. It greatly disappointed him when he was unable to see one of his enemies. It was a great insult to him to have his food stolen from him like that.
“If I were him, I’d be long gone,” Cole said. He did not have to see Oliver’s actions to know that Oliver was really angry about it. He was just staring at the spot where his food was as he participated in the dunking contest. He then exhaled and puckered his lips in disappointment.
Everyone went away and got back to handling their business. They all moved away from the area as if it was something casual. They all got back to what they were doing. Some people came from really far away. Johnny decided it was time to stop sulking and probably get to doing something else, like looking for James.
“You tried, Riker, but Mack beat you to it,” Kurt said, patting Johnny on the back. He was standing next to Johnny, who did not seem to care at all that somebody was there at the time. His world had just been crushed and there was nothing that could help it get back to normal.
“Thanks for cheering me up,” he replied sarcastically. He looked at Kurt and was visibly disappointed in himself. Kurt gave Johnny a modest smile and tried to relate to the loss.
“You know, those were pretty awesome tricks. You ever try joining the basketball team?” Kurt asked. He sounded very optimistic about things as he spoke. Johnny was not so optimistic. He was just bare. He was nothing more than an empty shell at the time, looking for something to give him meaning. That question seemed to have brought out something from him.
“I was actually more interested in football. Wanted to join you guys with all that smashing and head-butts and cool glory,” Johnny said. He sounded chattier than he was a few seconds ago. He was more ready to talk at this point, and that motivated Kurt to keep going. Kurt laughed at what Johnny had just said. He took it all as a joke, but Johnny was very serious about joining the football team. When Kurt saw that he was in the middle of a serious conversation, he stopped laughing and put up a serious facial expression.
“This is actually a topic of discussion. What are you doing after school?” Kurt asked. He spoke like a real professional as he said that. He sounded even friendlier than before. He was glad to hear that Johnny wanted to join the football team.
“Going to the Shell heads Club building, the usual,” Johnny said. He was not surprised at all by Kurt’s very friendly tone. He was used to it. He talked casually, as if it were something normal to him.
“Cool. We’ll meet up there, then, gonna talk this through,” Kurt concuded.
“Yeah. Sure,” Johnny said. Kurt gave Johnny an assuring smile and partly nodded. He then went away. Johnny watched him go away and sighed in disappointment. He was feeling down after having lost against Oliver in something as simple as a slam dunk contest. He then looked in the direction Oliver went in and saw both Oliver and Cole running towards him. Johnny gasped, as he could not see that one coming. He saw how quickly and aggressively they were running and naturally deduced that they were angry about something. He saw their empty trays and guessed that it was because of that. He turned to the spectator stands and started running towards them. He jumped onto the stands from the field and ran along them. Oliver and Cole stopped running when they got to the stands, amazed at Johnny’s leaping ability.
“I’m gonna get you, Riker! This means war!” Oliver shouted. He even raised his fist as he yelled, in a very stereotypical way. He was very angry at Johnny, who was actually innocent in this situation.
Johnny ran to the football field, which was on the other side of the stands. That was where James was. He was seated on the stands and was enjoying his tray of partly stolen food. Johnny scoffed when he saw James. He noticed that James was too distracted with his food. Anyone could surprise him from any side. There were a handful of other people in the area. Some were on the field itself while others were sitting on the stands. Two of the people there were just throwing a football around. Johnny teleported and appeared sitting next to James. His sudden appearance startled James behind him.
“Bloody human being. You could’ve killed me, you know that. You gotta stop doing that,” James said. He almost dropped the food in his hands as he complained. He actually stopped talking suddenly because of that. He grunted and then took a bite of the food and enjoyed it.
“Doing what?” Johnny asked. He knew what James meant. He even smiled in a mocking way, just to get under James’ skin, but James did not see that smile. He was very focused on eating his stolen food. He stopped eating and looked at Johnny, not minding the fading smile.
“Whatever it is that you do, man. One second, you’re not around, the half a millisecond later you show up out of nowhere, no noise or anything,” he replied. He then continued eating. Johnny found this to be very amusing to him.
“I just think you’re a very distracted person,” Johnny said. Anyone who knew about his secret who heard this statement would know that he was really just fooling around with James’ ignorance. James had no idea what his friend’s secret was, and was completely oblivious to the fact that there even was a secret to keep.
“That is subject to debate. I’m actually a very focused person. I was focusing on this food I was eating,” James defended. He did not look at Johnny as he spoke. He continued eating his food and was having a good time at it as well
“Really?” Johnny asked.
“Dude, just shut up. Let me enjoy my food a little bit,” James said. He did not plan on listening to what Johnny had to say next. He continued eating his food. Johnny saw that he would only be disturbing James’ eating, so he decided to focus on something more important. He looked at his tray and saw all the food that was on it: mashed potatoes, vegetables and a sloppy joe. He found that the quantity of the vegetables was higher, but was curious about the sloppy joe. He then looked at James with a disgusted facial expression, feeling betrayed by his friend.
Midtown, Shell City
Midtown was a section of Shell City which was situated in between the upper class Uptown and the lower class Downtown. Midtown was where a lot of the businesses were situated, but not the main area. Buildings like the Thompson-Lights building were there. It was the place in which middle class workmanship could be found in abundance. It was also where the First City bank was.
The bank was in a tall building which was brown and was situated near a police station. It was one of the best banks in Shell City, which was why Ramone and his men were targeting it. They were in a mini-van and were watching the movement in the bank from the inside. Ramone was in the passenger’s seat of the mini-van and Scarman was the driver. They sat and watched patiently.
“They’re taking their time at it,” Ramone said.
“FCB must’ve tightened its security after they heard of the hit on Civil Savings,” Scarman said.
“Damn, so it’s gonna take some time for them to get it done,” Ramone said. Scarman looked at Ramone. He maintained his serious, scary face and composure. He gripped the wheel tightly before picking up the walkie-talkie.
“Ink, Pulitzer, what’s taking so long?” Scarman asked.
Ink and Pulitzer were two of the hired men who were meant to get the money from the bank. Ink was a pale Caucasian with black, spiky hair. His blank facial expression could send chills down someone’s spine and show that he was clearly a psychopath. He was wearing a black garb and had a ski mask on. He picked up his walkie-talkie as the others fired at the police cars behind them.
“You think it’s easy getting into FCB in the day time? I don’t know why you don’t just do this at night. Clean getaway,” he said. He stopped pressing the button on the communicator and waited to listen to what would be said in response to that. He could hear that there was a bit of commotion on the other end.
“Because we’re going to send a message to them. We are going to show them that we can reach out and destroy them whenever we want to,” Ramone said.
“What did they do? Steal your diaper?” Ink asked. There was an explosion behind him. He grunted and covered his face in reaction to the explosion. The guns were still firing around him. They were AK-47s. One of the men next to him was shot and died. He was in the back seat of a roofless convertible, and the money was in the trunk. He was also holding an AK-47. He looked at the corpse which was next to him and shrugged it off.
“Finish your job,” Ramone said. He said this in a demanding voice that did not really intimidate Ink. Ink had a blank facial expression in his face, as he grew tired of these orders. The police sirens grew louder and louder as the cars got closer to the getaway car.
“As long as I get my cut in the end,” Ink said. He spoke so coldly and calmly. He did not even display any emotions through his speech patterns. He was plain, and all around him could feel an aura of dementia when near him.
He gripped his gun really tightly and started shooting at the cars behind him. There were three police cars which were after the getaway car. He shot at them with his weapon, and two of the ones behind tried to move away from the range of fire by using the one ahead as cover. He pressed his lips together as he shot the hood of the closest police car. He shot it so much that the hood flew off the car. He reloaded his gun as the police car went out of control and crashed into parked civilian cars.
The two remaining cars’ policemen opened fire against him. Many bullets flew past him. He was scraped by one in the left cheek. He put his finger on the small blood trail left. He looked at the blood stained on his finger then looked at the police cars. He inhaled then shot the windshield of one of the cars. The driver died, and the corpse turned the car, making it get in the way of the other one. The other car crashed into it and moved it aside, continuing its course. Ink found this one easy, as the car was slightly raised due to the impact. He shot the front tyres of the car. The driver quickly stopped the car, and the robbers managed to get away.
Ink sat on the chair, next to the corpse. He looked at the corpse. He then looked at the driver. He put his arm out of the car and had it lean on top of the door. He was lifeless and bored. He then stretched his arms out and sighed before getting a look at one of the bills on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it. He examined it closely.
“Are you sure you left all the marked bills? I don’t want any slip-ups,” Ink said.
“Don’t worry about it. I got all the marked bills out,” Pulitzer said. He was different from Ink. He was more lively than Ink and showed a little more interest in what he was doing. He was a mixed race man of both African and Caucasian descent.
“Good,” Ink said.
“We’re out of the woods,” the hired guy in the navigator’s seat said. Ink, having heard the good news, took the walkie talkie and communicated through it.
“We’re coming to you,” Ink said.
“We’re on our way to the rendezvous point, then,” Ramone said.
Having heard what Ramone said, Scarman started the mini-van’s engine. They had parked it across the street from the bank. Scarman, having started the engine, drove away from the area they were in.
They ended up parking the car near a flight of stairs leading to a subway station. They waited patiently for the group. Ramone could not get his eyes off the flight of stairs. He wanted so much to see if they could really pull it off. He was not really confident in Ink’s ability to pull it off. He did not like the sight of a psychopath running an operation like this. It seemed like a waste of time.
“They should be here by now,” Scarman said. Ramone looked at him and wondered just how accurate the assumption was. It was not easy for him to leave things in other people’s charge, even though he could easily eliminate anyone who crossed him. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, he would not have to do anything about Ink crossing him, because he arrived in the car, which stopped right behind the mini-van. He made it, and had all the money that he was meant to bring along.
Scarman left the van and went to open the back part. He opened the back of the van and the bags and sacks of money from the car were thrown into it. Ramone felt the van shake as each bag was thrown into it.
“Where’s the other guy?” Scarman asked.
“Dropped him off a couple avenues back in an alley. He’s not of much use to us anymore,” Ink said. He said it so calmly, and there were only a few blood stains on him, indicating that he was the one who threw away the corpse. He was wiping them off with a cloth as he explained himself. Ramone was still not convinced of their safety for a reason. He looked at the rearview mirror and saw something that was really bad.
“Cops. Five-o. Five-o,” he said. The guys outside looked back and saw a patrol car that was approaching them. It was too late for them to try and escape. The car was too close and they had already signaled them to remain where they were.
“Shit,” the goon said. The patrol car stopped by them and the two policemen inside it got out of the car and walked to the robbers.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” officer Blake said.
“Good afternoon, officer,” Scarman said, “how can we help you?”
“We just want to know what you’ve got there,” officer Bale said. Both were Caucasians and were wearing sunglasses. They seemed to be either very close friends or brothers, as their stance was identical, the same as their attitudes and mannerisms. They were both in uniform and even police hats.
“Nothing. We’ve just got some dirty laundry we’re taking care of,” Ink said. Blake looked around with his hands on his hips. He was silent and did so with style. He looked to be on a very good day.
“Doesn’t look like there’s a laundry store anywhere nearby, and we just found you ‘chilling’ here,” Blake said.
“Last I heard, it wasn’t illegal,” Ink said. As Ink spoke, Scarman prepared his pistol which was under his shirt in the back. The goon had no idea what he could do. By this time, they had all removed their ski masks.
“No, it isn’t. You wouldn’t mind if we-uh-checked your vehicle…especially all the bags and sacks you hid in it, would you?” Bale asked. Everyone looked at each other for a while. It all became silent and more awkward with each passing second. The criminals did not know what they could do.
“Sure thing,” Scarman said. He said so with a type of confidence that left even the other criminals confused. They had no idea what the plan was and were as silent as ever.
“Go ahead,” Blake said to Bale. Bale followed the order he was given. He walked slowly towards the van. He just did not really feel comfortable having his back turned to everyone. He just had to have faith in his partner’s ability to keep him safe from five people. The silence there was too tense as he slowly opened one of the bags.
Ink could not contain himself any longer. He looked at Blake and figured out what he was going to do to him. Before he could, though, Scarman pulled out his gun and shot Bale in the back just as he saw the money.
“Damn!” Blake shouted. He struggled to pull his gun out of the buckle. Ink kicked him in the belly using his right foot. Blake bent down in pain. Ink grabbed the back of Blake’s head and forced his face into his knee. Blake fell to the ground and was bleeding from his nose and mouth. Scarman shot Blake in the chest. Blake died.
“Now what?” the goon asked.
“We got two dead cops on us now,” Pulitzer said. Ramone stepped out of the mini-van and went to where all the action had taken place. He sighed and put his hands on his hips as he wondered just what he could do about it. Nobody was worried about the fact that there were many witnesses there who ran around in panic after hearing the gunshot.
“Damn. This just makes things more complicated than they need to be,” Ramone said.
“Stash the bodies in the car. Leave ‘em here. At least it’ll take them some time to find out what happened. We don’t have to alter anything,” Scarman said. The others nodded, accepting the information that they had been given. Ink was the only skeptical one. He did not like the situation that they were in. He was really unhappy with it.
“This is all unnecessary work. You and your Razor and this whole mission of trying to prove some useless point are going to get us neck-deep in trouble we shouldn’t even be in,” Ink said, “you need to plan things out more originally next time. I may be getting paid for this, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.” Ink’s words really angered Scarman. He did not want to listen to any of this anymore. He raised his pistol and aimed it at Ink, who was not scared at all. Ramone made Scarman lower the pistol and calm himself down.
“Hey, hey. Calm down. You’ve killed enough today. [Turns to Ink.] I didn’t tell you to come along. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t even have known that this was happening. To us, this is all about respect. To you, it’s all about the money. Just be happy we’ll all be getting what we want,” Ramone said.
“Oh, I see. You’re finally growing some stones, huh? Ready to take over from Razor, I see. That’s good. ‘Cause what you need in this business is attitude,” Ink said. He spoke with a little excitement. It seems as though he was happy to see that Ramone was confronting him like this.
“We’ll do the rest tomorrow. Let’s go,” Ramone said.
This was a small café establishment near the precinct that Rey worked in. It was a small pub, small enough for one to have a view of the whole place from one seat. All of the seats and tables were on one side, by the windows, while the bartender and all the workers were on the other side of the huge table.
Rey was sitting by a table and was enjoying coffee with a chocolate donut. He was sad and solely focused on eating the donut. He even did so slowly and without any motivation at all. He felt as though his whole world had ended. He felt as though there was nothing for him, like he was completely powerless against the things that were taking place. He was joined by someone he did not expect to see.
“So, this is your life? Captain tells you you’re off the case and gives you the rest of the week off and you act like you lost your job?” Lane asked, sitting on the seat across from his. She sat and made herself comfortable. She put her elbows on the table and her hands under her chin as she watched him eat in depression.
“I might as well leave the force, the way he’s treating me now,” Rey said. She smiled and shook her head slowly before looking down. He did not even look at her at all. He was looking in her direction but was zoning out slowly, thinking about how he could have been solving the case of the bank robbery.
“You are so dramatic, you know that? All he did was tell you to take a break from one case. Just one case. That’s all,” she said.
“This is the first bank robbery in Shell City in over ten years,” Rey said.
“Yeah. It’s been that long. All the cases got boring after that,” she said.
“Yeah. I guess,” he said with a sigh. With that, the conversation went silent. He had nothing more to say and neither did she. She looked around, almost as if trying to find something to cheer him up with. Nothing crossed her mind and this made her feel a bit awkward with the silence.
“So, what’s it gonna take to make you stop looking like somebody died?” she asked.
“A ride home, maybe. I don’t have any more business in the city,” he replied. That answer gave her some hope. She actually smiled slightly as her face brightened up. He was as calm as ever. He was finishing off his donut, as he had already finished his coffee.
“Alright, then. Just wait for me to order my own meal,” she said.
The Shellheads Club Building
Johnny, Jared and Kurt were seated by a table which was next to the pool table. They all had their drinks with them. James and Reynold were playing pool. It was a small ‘hangout’ as they would call it. They were all just having a good time. James took his turn.
“You know what I find odd about the modern times? Why can we say that a guy is wet, but if we say that about a girl, it’s a problem?” James asked.
“I don’t know, dude. That’s just the way people think nowadays,” Kurt said. Reynold took his turn and sunk a ball. He got ready to take another shot.
“How do they think?” James asked.
“Well, they say that when a girl is wet, it actually means that they’re horny,” Johnny said.
“You actually say it in a way that sounds like I didn’t know. I always knew that it means she’s horny. My problem is how and why they used that word so much that it even becomes weird to say that a girl is wet,” James said. As he spoke, Reynold finished his turns. James had to step in and that was what he did. Reynold took a sip from his glass of root beer which was on the pool table.
“I don’t really get what your problem is with that,” Reynold said. He said this as he examined the pool table. He put the thick end of the baton on the floor and looked at the table. He started counting the number of balls that he still had to sink in before he could finish the game.
“Okay, imagine this: what if you wanna see a girl coming out of the water? How are you gonna describe her?” James asked. James spoke calmly. He spoke in a tone that showed that he had put a considerable amount of thought into this and it was a huge discovery that he had made.
“Well, I don’t know. There are lots of ways to describe a girl coming out of the water,” Kurt said. He said that with a smart tone. He thought to himself, if James wanted to act like a genius, he could act like a know-it-all. He even raised his hands and made a facial expression to add to that comment.
“Well, yes. But that’s beside the point. If there’s water all over her, she’s…?” James asked. He awaited the answer, and one could see that he was going to celebrate after hearing it.
“Wet,” Jared said. He said it plainly. He was not impressed by what his brother had just discovered. He saw the word as nothing more than a part of the English language.
“Hey. You spoke,” Reynold said.
“Well, yeah. I speak all the time. It’s just that nobody ever listens to me,” Jared said. Reynold smiled and almost laughed at that in a friendly way. It looked as though he understood just what Jared was talking about.
“I get it,” he stated, “you’re the nerd.” Johnny and James looked at each other knowingly. They transmitted their messages telepathically and understood each other through eye contact and knowledgeable facial expressions. They then looked at their own things. James took his turn.
“I’m not really a nerd. I’m just smarter than everyone I’m seen talking to,” Jared said.
“Hey, buddy. You’re not smarter than me,” James said. Reynold took his turn as James spoke. He grunted in disappointment, showing that he had missed his shot.
“You’re not gonna seriously have this argument, are you?” Jared asked. It was about time that he got tired of having this argument with his brother. He really was tired of having it with him. It was the same thing all the time, and he would win the same way every time they did. It was a routine thing for him at this point.
“Leave him alone, man. He’s the smart one who’s not a nerd,” Johnny said. He was poking fun at Jared for having said that. He even laughed a little bit and leaned back on his chair before sitting properly once more.
“We’ll see who’s smarter when I make more money than you in the future,” James said.
“I don’t think your intelligence is based on how much money you earn from your job,” Jared said.
“Better grades, better chances of getting called up by a university, better chances of getting high-paying jobs. Tell me. How are you supposedly not going to be richer than me if you’re allegedly smarter than me?” James asked. Everyone there looked at him with estranged facial expressions. Even Reynold stopped concentrating on the game after striking a ball. Jared noticed that he had proven his point when he saw what was happening and was content with himself. He did not smile, though, and simply said, “just leave it alone.”
James smiled, believing that he had achieved victory. He looked at the pool table as everyone went back to doing what they were before James posed that question.
“Hell, Porter, you ever heard of America being the land of opportunity?” Kurt asked.
“Hold that thought,” James said as he observed the table. Reynold had not looked at the table after he struck the ball, or else he would have noticed his mistake. James caught on quickly. He saw the mistake that Reynold had made and was very happy about it. He did not hide it with his facial expression.
“O-o-o-oh, guess who just won on technicality?” James asked. Kurt and Reynold looked at the table. Kurt realized it before Reynold did and almost slapped himself in the face. The case was different with Reynold. Reynold drove his palm into his face and was disappointed as well in disbelief on the outcome of the game. James cheered and Johnny gave him a high five.
“Dude, you just got your ass beat by a junior,” Kurt said to Reynold, mocking him. He looked at Reynold and saw that that had really hurt his pride. That was the look he was waiting to see in Reynold’s face: the look of disappointment.
“Whatever. We’ll get him next time,” Reynold said. He shrugged it off and tried his best to get over it as soon as he could. He knew that Kurt would keep bringing it up if he were to show how he really felt about the loss.
“We? Nah, man. This quest for revenge is your own,” Kurt said. He then started laughing at Reynold. Reynold was feeling very embarrassed about it. He judged himself as a better player than anyone in a grade below his. This was a humiliating, degrading loss for him.
“Whatever. Let’s talk about why we’re really here,” Reynold said. He felt that that was the only way to get himself out of the situation. He had to change the subject and shift focus to someone else. That was the way things always worked out for him.
“And what’s that? I thought we were here to hang out and chill,” Jared said. Naturally, he was the one who had no idea what was going on. He was just there because the choice was offered to him. The others had other objectives when going there.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t do that. We just gotta get things done. We always gotta make time for productivity,” Kurt said. He sat back on his seat and relaxed.
“Hey, that’s actually pretty catchy,” Jared said.
“Yeah. My dad would tell me that all the time when he’d take me for a ride on his bike when I was a kid,” Kurt said.
“Cool. Having a bike would be so awesome,” James said. He looked at the ceiling as his imagination began to take him places. He started to imagine things so vividly that he could practically feel them. He imagined himself on a bike, riding on the desert highway, with his wind blowing in the air. He was in biker gear and had no helmet on. He just had sunglasses on. He also had a beard and moustache.
“All this stuff actually looks cool, but we have to be able to maintain the standards. Maintenance these days isn’t cheap,” Kurt said.
“Yeah. Inflation is hitting us hard,” Reynold said.
“Very,” Jared said. Everyone agreed to that statement. They all talked at the same time, which led to low grumbling noises, as they talked together, at the same time, saying different things, with only a few words being the same. What could be said of it was that they were all agreeing with each other.
“Now, let’s just get to the point of all of this. I got a game to plan out perfectly,” Reynold said. He pulled a chair and put it by the table, on which he sat. James sat on one chair and Kurt sat on the other chair. Jared dropped his book so that he could listen to what would be said properly. He was reading a book on mechanics.
“Well, Riker here is saying he wants to join the team,” Kurt said. Jared looked at Reynold and wondered if Kurt was talking about him. Reynold already was on the team, so which other Riker could be missing, apart from Johnny, who clearly is not meant for the football team. He then looked at Johnny and wondered if it really was him.
“Again?” Reynold asked. That question confirmed it for Jared. It really was Johnny. Of all the things that Johnny could be getting into himself. There was just too much going on with him at the time. Liking a cheerleader and having that news spread was not enough. Now he wants to join the football team?
“You remember what happened last time, right?” Reynold asked. Johnny remembered it all too well. At that point, he was actually trying out for the team because he had lost a bet against Oliver. It was all a big misunderstanding. His chronic lying got him into the team, but it was an experience not worth remembering. He remembered that he was staring at the cheerleaders as they worked on their routine. The ball was passed on to him and he caught it, still having no idea what was going on. He was then tackled by the strongest player from the other team and the others dog piled on him.
“You know, a lot can change in a year. Heck, even one day,” Johnny said. He said that with a lot of confidence and with a tone that insisted on being challenged. He wanted someone to ask him what had changed so that he could begin with the list he had ready.
“Well, you’re right. But your appetite for cheerleaders is still there,” Reynold said.
“Appetite for cheerleaders?” Johnny asked. He was surprised to hear that comment. What could Reynold be alluding to? He had no appetite for cheerleaders. He was just interested with any girl he found attractive.
“It’s all over school, bro. Last time, you got sent off ‘cause you couldn’t get your eyes off them. Imagine now that you’re trying to date one,” Reynold stated. Johnny felt like he was part of a study after hearing that. He felt like he was being watched and examined like a common animal. He shook his head when Reynold was speaking…
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