I’d stabbed the principal.
Cross and I talked once my head was clearer. I didn’t know how long that had taken. It felt like hours, but it might’ve just been one. Time had started to blur. My shakes, the damned wet s**t all over my face, and the trembling had subsided.
Now we knew there was no other option. We had to make the smart move: We went to my brother.
Cross called Channing and asked him to come home. While we were waiting for him, Jordan and Zellman called from the police station. They’d been arrested, along with Alex Ryerson and five of his crew members. There’d been a free-for-all after I let loose.
Jordan dropped the bomb that both Principal Neeon and Mr. Jenston had been taken to the hospital. Then he dropped a second bomb: the principal was in police custody.
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