“GODDAMN!”
The last class had let out for the day, and I could see Zellman and Jordan at their lockers through the crowd of students in the hall. I hadn’t really talked to any of my crew during the day, not more than a few words in class or between classes. At lunch I sat with Taz outside at a table. I didn’t know where Cross had been. He slipped in late to two of the classes I had with him, and he slept through the third.
Zellman grabbed his bag and stuffed it back into the locker. He slammed the door, then kicked it.
“Stay closed, motherfucker!”
Jordan laughed.
“You told that inanimate object,” I said as I approached. “It knows who’s boss now.”
“Second day of school, and already I got too much s**t in my locker.” Zellman nodded at me, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“Hey.” Jo
