How the fuck could I have been so goddamned stupid? Parker Collins. Of all the mother-fuckingly dumb-ass idiotic things to do! Mason thought.
Mason didn’t sleep much that night. Visions of Parker and his team mates bearing down on him, kicking the crap out of him, didn’t exactly aid his rest.
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An insistent buzzing woke Mason from the light doze he’d managed to slip into. Opening his eyes, he wondered if he ought to pretend to his mom that he was too sick to go to school. Hell, I won’t have to domuch pretending, he thought, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the door of his closet.
Getting out of bed, Mason knew he had to face the music sometime; putting it off would only make things worse.
To his surprise the sky didn’t fall in when school began. No one stared at him, called him names, or threatened to break his bones. Maybe Parker’s gonna bide his time before kicking my ass, he thought as he pushed open the door to the main building.