10 Chapter 10

Another student peeked out, asked, “Are you okay?”

All I could do was smirk and nod. I was going to Hell anyway for just being who I was, but possibly I wouldn’t be there alone. A moment later, Tory came out, also coughing, only I could tell his was truly laughter.

“The girl next to me hit me so hard with her elbow that I swallowed my gum!” he wheezed. “I told her pizzle was Latin for cloud, but I guess she knew better, the little hussy!”

“We’re going to Hell,” I said solemnly.

“No, we’re going to lunch! In town, at Joe-Joe’s. Ever been there? It’s on Fourth Street.”

“Ah, no, I’m, er, not familiar with that area at all…” My face turned red.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” my hero said mysteriously.

What the hell had I just heard?