Shady

Pratik stared at himself in the broken mirror hanging over the sink. He'd taken off his shirt, but there was still blood smeared on his chest. More blood on his ...

"Shhhhhhhh." Jerica dramatically put a finger to her lips. "The grown ups are talking now, Lordy. Go do your little dance of shame if that makes you feel better."

Pratik kicked himself mentally as he made his escape. He was usually so good at choosing what persona he wanted to pursue. Usually, he chose to come across as grouchy ...

"Oh, same," Jerica answered before the insult truly registered. She shrugged. "I mean, you're kinda annoying. But I'd rather roast one of them." She nodded towards Lordy and Carter.

Derik thought for a moment. "Same for me. I was going to eat on the road once I picked up the scent of my target and then... well..."

"I don't pity you," Jerica snapped. "You're a raging psychobitch that's pissing me the fuck off. You probably do deserve to be here just as much as I do, but ...

So, he didn't know. "Ah... well, I'm sure whatever it is will taste fantastic with how hungry I am. I'm starving."

He was a giant toddler. Derik watched him and shook his head, then flopped back on his own bed with a sigh of relief. This was exactly what he needed ...

"Says the man sprawled in the middle of the floor." Derik flopped down on the bed and started pulling his boots off.

"I know." That was the wrong response. He knew it the instant it was out of his mouth, but it was too late to take it back. He probably sounded ...

"Alright, 4-toe Kazzy," Derik retorted, watching -- entirely unimpressed -- as Kaz threw himself down in the middle of the floor. He stepped directly over Kaz's abdomen to walk towards ...

"And get food," Derik commented with a nod, not sure which one he was more grateful for at that point. He scanned for the right room and then let them ...

Pratik snorted and his smirk grew. The more she talked, the worse it got, and the more amused he was. "I look like I took on the entire football team ...

'Mr. High School Dropout' Pratik mocked as he walked. Byrd was such a jerk. He couldn't wait to get out of this stupid school in this stupid town. There was ...

Not his mom --? What was Kazimir even saying? While Derik was trying to work it out, Kazimir began working out the details of the room. He was vaguely concerned ...