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FIFTY. ( I go back to black. )
"I can't believe Brucks got into MIT," Hawk said in disbelief as the four watched the boy chug down a beer can. "And was he speaking Latin earlier?"
"I don't know," Demetri answered. "Maybe your fists unlocked his dormant brain."
"Or have we just been wrong about him this entire time," Emmy added with a disturbed look on her face. "Is Brucks actually smart?"
"No way," Demetri was quick to shake his head. "No way! This is the same guy that still doesn't know his right from his left."
"But he got into MIT," Emmy gave him a pointed look. "You can't just get into MIT. It's MIT!"
"Even after everything, Kyler still lands on his feet," they heard Miguel say. The three of them turned to him before following his line of sight. Kyler was chatting up a pretty girl.
Emmy hummed in surprise. "He's still got it."
"Hey, Shitbreath!" the four friends watched as another guy approached Kyler and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face him. "Did I tell you you could drink my beer, bitch boy?"
"N ─ No, sir, Mr. Zenker," Kyler replies, sounding like a timid child.
The guy then takes a sip of the beer, and his face twisted in disgust. "Oh. Ugh. That shit is stale. Go make me some jungle juice."
It was weird seeing Kyler comply with being told what to do. He took the guy's cup. "Yes, sir, Mr. Zenker."
"What the hell?" Emmy muttered. Her face showed that she was disturbed more than anything. "I feel like I just entered an alternate universe where Kyler isn't Kyler. Is this what a stroke feels like? Am I having a stroke?"
