matt's pov
i don't know why zacky has taken a liking to alex. the guy's a professional killer. he has no heart, just coldness. i didn't trust him one bit, but for the kid's sake, i kept my cool around him.
zacky walked in with alex by his side, same as he has been all week. he never walks with me anymore, always alex. as they sat down. i couldn't help but notice a smile on the kid's face.
"what are you so happy about? your boyfriend ask you out on a date?" i smirked. i'm such an asshole.
"no," he said, "tomorrow night we're leaving!" he beamed. at that point the whole table was practically bursting with joy.
"shut the fuck up!" alex snapped, "guards!" shit, forgot all about that. we quickly settled down, returning to our normal voices, but we caught some attention. the maddens were looking glaring, and the reverend and zacky's cellmate whose name i never remember came walking up to them table.
"hey brandan!" zacky said, still beaming. brandan, gotta remember that.
"hey zacky-boy, what's all the commotion about?" he asked, scanning the table. the reverend did the same thing, stopping on alex.
"holy shit, varkatzas looks clean!" he laughed. brandan punched him swiftly in the arm as alex looked down at his feet. then there was just awkward silence, which i hate.
"so alex," zacky spoke up, causing him to raise his head, "can i tell them?" dumb move kid, dumb move. the more people brought into this, the more likely we were to get caught.
"no," was all alex replied. he knew the same thing i did. i was happy to hear him use his head, but naturally others, like brandan, didn't feel the same.
"why the fuck not varkatzas," he said, gripping one hand on alex's shoulder. alex didn't move, i honestly don't think he noticed. brandan shook his shoulder to get his attention. again, no answer. i started laughing.
"answer me dipshit!" brandan barked, this time jerking alex foward. he threw brandan's hand off of him, straightening out his shirt.
"because i don't like you," he replied. now everyone was laughing, even the reverend who tried to contain his. brandan shot him a hard look.
"so you're not gonna tell us because you don't like me?"
"i'll tell him, just not you."
"fuck you varkatzas!" brandan shouted and stormed off. he thought the reverend was behind him, but he stayed with us.
"what are you doing?" he asked annoyed, hands on his hips. the reverend looked at us, then looked at him.
"i wanna know what the secret is." brandan looked pissed, and i loved it! that guy was such an asshole.
"fine. well you can stay with them, your new friends."
as brandan walked off, the reverend pulled up a chair.
"guess i'm with you guys now."
"welcome aboard then," i grinned. the reverend turned to alex.
"so what's the secret?"
alex looked around, making sure no one was within earshot.
"we're getting out of here," he whispered, and continued to tell his plan. it was foolproof.
i surveyed the room as alex let the plan unfold, and i couldn't help but notice brandan's wandering eyes lurking over us, and the fact that he was sitting with them. brandan knows the maddens?
