The kid had a smooth face. I think they called it a baby face. His skin looked so soft. His hair gently fell over his forehead as he whipped around to face a kid that had tapped his shoulder.

                “What’s his name?” I demanded, turning back to Brewer. I could already see it in the kid’s eyes. He thought he was big. He had swagger. He had an ego. I’d cut him down, fast.

                Brewer shrugged helplessly. “Sorry EJ. I have no clue. Someone just told me he was a new kid.” “Who told you?” I asked impatiently. God, Brewer was no help. He thought back. “Uh…Brad, I think. Yea, it was definitely Brad.”

                I looked around and spotted Brad walking over towards the new kid. “Go find out his name. I’m getting myself a drink and sitting at my table,” I said and walked away from him.

                I walked over to the “bar” and the bartender grinned at me. “Hey there EJ. The usual?” “Duh,” I said, raising an eyebrow. He mixed me my usual Monster and orange soda blend and handed it to me. I slid him $2 to pay for it and walked over to my table.

                Brewer and I were here almost every day, and this was our table. It had been our table for years. No one sat at it, unless they were fucking stupid. I got pissed whenever someone sat at my table, but that hadn’t happened in a while, so I wasn’t really concerned about it anymore. Bitches had finally learned their lesson, I guess.

                I sat down and looked over. Brewer was talking to the new kid and Brad. The new kid had an easy smile on his face, but I could see right through it, because I had given off the same easy smile so often. He was full of himself. Oh I couldn’t wait to fuck around with this bastard.

                Brewer made his way over to me after getting himself a drink. He sat down across from me and sipped on his drink. “Well?” I snapped. I hated waiting. Brewer took one more swallow of his drink before answering me.

                “He said his name is Lionel, he’s our age, and he just moved here from Florida.” Our age? I turned and found him again. He so did not look 17 years old. He looked like he was 13 or so. It was just the way his face was. He had the face of a small child. And he was kind of short.

                “What’s his name again?” I asked. “Lionel. He didn’t give me a last name,” Brewer said, getting a little nervous. But I didn’t give two shits for this kid’s last name.

                “He’s cocky, isn’t he?” I asked. Brewer shrugged. “I didn’t think so. Why?” Oh, what the hell had I asked Brewer for? He didn’t know swag from shit. “Why?” he asked again. “Shut up Brewer! I was just asking,” I snapped and he instantly shut up.

                I glanced back at the new kid. He was laughing with Brad and sipping on a drink. The flashing lights made his eyes sparkle so brightly that I was practically mesmerized. Green. His eyes were a crystal green. I could make that much out from here. They were small, beady eyes. But somehow, they fit perfectly on his face.

                “Are you going to talk to him, EJ?” Brewer asked curiously. I shook my head. “Not tonight. I’d rather just enjoy this drink, hangout for a little, and get stoned. I’ll deal with him later. Probably tomorrow.”

                “What if he stirs up trouble by then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I snorted and glared at him in annoyance. “Brewer, shut the fuck up. You’re fucking stupid. Do you really think some stupid new kid could stir up trouble? I’d murder him.”

                Brewer nodded slowly. “Yea, you’re right.” “Damn straight I am,” I growled. “Sorry EJ,” he said and hurriedly sipped his drink. I went back to watching the new kid. He was talking to Brad, and Brad seemed nervous. Almost a little afraid.

                Brad started shaking his head wildly. He looked around before nervously saying something to the new kid, who laughed a little. Man, I really wish I could hear their conversation.

                “Brewer, go find out what they’re talking about,” I snapped. “Okay EJ,” he said casually and got up. He walked over there and pretended to be talking to some girl. He came back over to me a few minutes later, once Brad and the new kid had gone and sat down at the table Brewer had pointed out earlier.

                “Well?” I asked curiously. “What were those two talking about?” Brad was one of the people I often acted like mates with. He was about as close to a friend as I got, not including Brewer of course.

                Speaking of Brewer, he got a little nervous. “Brewer, the fuck were they talking about?” I growled dangerously. I had asked him a question. That meant I expected an answer. That fucktard should know this by now. He had been my best friend for years.

                “Uh…you,” he said and took off glasses, starting to clean them. Brewer did that when he got uncomfortable. His words sunk in and anger boiled in me. No one talked about me. Especially not some stupid new kid. Oh, that fucker was so dead. 

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A.N. -The picture is Cameron Leahy, representing EJ ;D