“I don’t know, maybe you wanted to borrow it for target practice,” he ranted.
“With police around?” I asserted. “Have you asked Sick. Maybe he moved it.”
“I messaged him five minutes ago, and he hasn’t replied yet. I think he might be at the gym,” he was starting to calm a little as it was most likely Sickle who took it, but Ezrah had been known to be careless about such things. “HowisStabby?”
“Pissed,” I replied honestly. “Really pissed. She won’t speak to me, so…”
“It was a good little jaunt last night.” The constant banging and rustling in the background had stopped, and his tone was more relaxed, but he was stressed. If that gun ended up in the wrong hands, then it might be over for u. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again, but next time, I’ll actually fuck her.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure if she’d let you near her after last night,” I informed him as he seemed oblivious to how much we pissed her off. Jeezus, he’s been around women before; therefore, he must know what it took to upset them.
“Wait. Sick just messaged me. I’ll get back to you,” he told me, then swiped off.
I joined the back of the queue at Scholars, and a message came through on my phone from Ez:It’s gone.
I swiped to call him, and he picked up instantly. “What the fuck are you on about?” I was aware I was surrounded by people, and stepped out of the queue and went back outside, finding a quiet corner.
“Sick said he took it out of my drawer and hid it under his mattress,” his tone had reverted to panic again. “It’s not there. I’m standing in his room. I’ve pulled the entire mattress off his bed, and it’s not fucking there.”
“Did you tell Sick?” I asked him.
“Not yet.” Then said “fuck’ under his breath. “He told it was under his bed, but it’s not there.”
“Do you want me to come up there and help you find it?” I offered as my ears were hit with a crashing sound followed by a loud, “Fuck! Was that…?”
“His chest of drawers. I just knocked them over,” he snarled, angry at himself.
“The fuck?”
“I think we’ve seriously fucked up, bro,” he stated.
“We? This has nothing to do with me,” I reminded him.
“Whoever got hold of the gun might use it against us, so it does involve you,” he growled, raising his voice, then lowering it again.
“Just calm the fuck down, bro. Go ask your roommates if they’ve seen anyone go up to your room?” I said steadily. “Then call me back.”
“Okay. Fine.”
As soon as I swiped off, I stepped back into Scholars and noticed the bright blond hair of the York brothers sitting in the corner with their mates, glaring at me, wearing smirks as if someone had cracked a joke that I wasn’t privy to.
In response to their cringy expressions, I rubbed my forehead with my middle finger, but kept my gaze on James York to intimidate the yappy lapdog. Declan, the older brother, was one of Sick’s teammates, wasn’t as bad as James, but both were fuckwits. Obviously, we didn’t torture him enough and might need to snatch him for another session with the electric drill. Torturing James York was the most fun I’ve had in I while, excluding every moment I spent with the Boleyn girl.
Finally, it was my turn to step up to the counter and place my order, then as I waited for my coffee to be made, I strategically stood over the York’s table with my arms folded, looking down at them.
“How’s that gash on your arm?” I mocked, not giving a shit about the fact that there were five of them and one of me.
“Fucken mad cunt,” he snarled.
“That’s right. And don’t you forget it, Yorkie,” shooting them a bit of snarling and yapping like a lapdog as all eyes were on me as if I was insane, and I was cool with that.
When my number was up, I grabbed my black coffee just as James York slammed into me, “I didn’t see you there,” he sniggered with his mates like a bunch of halfwits spun out on coke.
Luckily, it was in a takeaway cup with a lid, so it spilled only a little and dribbled down the side, burning my hand.
“Whoa,” I mocked, “Tough boy. You’ll be in diapers, drinking your coffee through a straw once I’m done with you,” I warned him in front of an audience.
“Sure, Madcunt,” he bellowed his new name for me. I think it was supposed to be an insult. Personally, I quite liked being called Madcunt.
