Chapter 44

“I’m leaving, asshole,” Levi said to Corey, who was standing with Peter, holding the door open. “Jordan, think about it, man, we all need this. What? Are you going to play at a fucking open mic night the rest of your life?” Seeing Jordan’s shocked look, he sneered, “I came to town yesterday and looked for ya, stopped for a coffee, and seen the sign and came back later in the day. Great show man, really. Hey, I wonder where your group of faggots are now? Maybe that cutie with the glasses…umm, what’s his name—Trevor?”

Levi didn’t know what hit him. Peter swung his fist, landing a solid right on Levi’s jaw. Jordan almost felt bad for him. Peter used to be an amateur mixed martial arts fighter but, looking at some of the guys being so fucked up later in life, he decided a more sedate occupation was for him.