Chapter 14

“Brandon, that’s enough,” Owen warned.

Pop. Pop.

“Seriously, man. Are you having some weird seizure? Or are you on something?”

“Brandon!”

Pop. Pop. Slam. His right arm hit the desk.

Brandon laughed and pointed, just as the bullies in school had done. “Oh, my God. He’s a freak!”

Owen’s face contorted in anger as he strode toward Brandon and pointed to the door. “That’s it. Get the hell out of my class, Brandon. Bullying is not tolerated. You signed an agreement about that when you signed up for this class. Out. Now.”

Brandon may have said something, but Charlie didn’t stick around to hear it. He left the classroom before his tics spiraled out of control, striding down the hall and into the men’s room

He grunted loudly, his right arm slamming the wall and his left shoulder popping. Pop. Pop. Pop. He was going to be in some pain later, but he couldn’t fight it. Nor could he fight anger.