Hunt
Andy looks at me like it’s Christmas come early and I’m the best present he’s ever gotten. He’s the Beta’s son, and my father has expressed in no uncertain terms that Base and I will choose him as our Beta one day, when it’s time for us to take over. I’d rather eat dirt. I’d rather eat s**t. I’d rather eat sand, get struck by lightning, then s**t out the glass. Then eat the glass. What I’m saying is: Not f*****g happening.
Coach paired us up for wrestling today, and Andy is grinning like he’s been waiting his whole damn life to put his ham fists on me without the threat of reciprocation. Like that has stopped him in the past. But now, he gets to do it in front of the rest of the class, including the new students who have slipped amongst our midst. Diego and Vile are watching, eyes c
