He kicked me under the table again. “Douche.”
I kicked back harder. “Finger banger.”
“Rotten crotch.” His shoe caught me in the shin, but I refused to flinch.
“Brown diver.” I slammed my heel down on the tip of his sneaker, hoping to catch his toes. Success came when he winced.
Yes! I rule. Gamble drools.
Rolling his tongue over his teeth, he scowled. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
I shrugged. “I could do this all day, motherfucker.”
“What a loser.” He shook his head and returned to his assignment, taking the high road to maturity.
I snorted, betting myself he’d kick me again before our homework session was over.
I was about to call him a prick when a pair of ladies passing our table cooed, “Hey, Noel,” and then, “Hi, Ten,” as more of an afterthought.
“Hey,” Noel said, n
