Let them live in the fucking PE Center for the rest of their goddamn days. If it was left up to CJ, he’d never return their clothes.
“I hope those motherfuckers never find their fucking clothes.” CJ stormed to his feet, pleased to see he was even taller than Ryan. “And, fuckhead, you shouldn’t give a fuck either.” Once again, agreeing, or siding, with his cousin galled the fuck out of him, but truth was truth. Besides, CJ remembered the transcripts that Mattie provided from all the conversations really showed Willard threatening to reveal Aunt Zoann’s assault and Uncle Val’s sexual abuse. Ryan was a fuckhead but he’d gotten backed into a fucking corner. “They let you takethe goddamn fall when they were just as guilty. No, those fuckheads are guiltier—”
“Hey, C!” Ryder yelled from the doorway that led to the hall, attracting the attention of the students who still remained in the cafeteria and the teachers on duty. “Come with me.”
Rolling his eyes, CJ stalked to his brother, grabbed his arm and yanked him across the hallway and out of the building. “Have you lost your fucking mind? You’re drawing attention.”
“Yeah, ‘cause we got a problem,” he said, a guilty expression on his face. “Can you hurry? The bees and the ants are escaping the locker room.”
“The bees and the…?” CJ’s eyes bulged.Whatfucking bees and ants? “Fuck!” he said and took off running.
If Coach Yancy had been timing him, he would’ve congratulated CJ on how fast he’d run without stopping until he reached the boy’s locker room and opened the door, a sensory exploration that he could’ve done without.
The scent of shit irritated his nose. The buzzing of dozens of bees alarmed his ears—there was absolutely no other fucking way to describe that. The sight of ants crawlingeverywherenearly popped his fucking eyes out of his goddamn head. The bitter taste of his brothers’ fuckery coated his tongue. And the sting of one of the bees hurt his motherfucking neck.
He jerked back and tried to yank the heavy door closed.
“Are Devon and Rory in there?” Ryan asked, huffy, puffy, and sweaty. He’d run there, too.
Ryder shook his head and pointed behind him, toward the door that led to the football field. “They’re under the bleachers.”
“With Ransom, I assume?” CJ snarled.
“Yeah, C.”
“Goddamn it.” CJ stomped toward the door, glad the PE Center was all but deserted. It was why he’d chosen that time to send a fake fucking note, instructing Rory and Devon to one of the weight rooms to record themselves lifting twenty-five-pound dumbbells until they broke out in a sweat. A bullshit assignment that got them there.
Ryder and Ransom missed their partner-in-crime, so CJ informed them of his plans. Somehow, the miscreants convinced him to let them do his bidding while he ate lunch as an alibi.
Those two motherfuckers had planned their own retribution and used CJ to get it done. An image of Axel with his ‘men’ yesterday rose in CJ’s head.
That little motherfucker! Even hundreds of miles away, he was the architect of anarchy. How the motherfuck had they accomplish so fucking much chaos, especially at school? How the fuck had they gotten bees and ants…? How had they gotten two naked assholes from the locker room to the bleachers without detection?
Every building on campus had cameras. Right? So what…?
Exactly!What? It was all a big old fat question mark.
Growling in frustration, CJ found Ransom holding Devon and Rory hostage, marching back and forth and casually swinging a steel baseball bat.
“I’d cry too if my dick was that small,” Ransom said, fucking both those naked, crying motherfuckers.
“Yeah, drones have bigger cocks,” Ryder said, walking to Ransom, and easily rejoining the hazing.
“Dicks don’t do drones much good, bro,” Ransom said woefully. “It’s a one-and done dick. Once they mate, it’s ripped from his body.” His gaze dropped to Rory and Devon’s cocks. “There’s an idea.”
“Where the fuck are their clothes?” CJ demanded, uninterested in knowing why the fuck they’d delved so deeply into the biology of bees.
“Cut up,” Ryder said.
“What?”
“Jesus Christ,” Ryan breathed.
“I didn’t fucking tell you to do that,” CJ said, annoyed. “I told you to take those motherfuckers. What the fuck are they supposed to wear?”
“Do you know when a drone comes, a human can hear him?” Ryder announced.
“Nuh uh!” Devon cried, his shoulders shaking, parts of him littered with bee stings.
