A crowd had gathered in front of the school gates. According to Raven, this meant either of three possibilities; a fight had broken out; a fight was occurring, or a fight was about to ensue. The tension in the air—a heady mixture of anxiety and testosterone—pointed to the latter.
Zach scanned the crowd and spotted Adrienne animatedly talking to an older lad who had a pair of angry looking bodyguards glued to his shoulders. As soon as they spotted Zach the older guys were in motion, mouths agape with accusations.
“You’re the fucker who tried to r**e my sister?” The wild-eyed teen asked, pushing back longish black hair that hung over his eyes. He looked like he could be a singer in some grunge band.
Zach’s face screwed up with confusion as he slowly told the stranger, “No?”
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