At Least A Million More

Chapter 10

(Kenny)

Right before Noah's hand connects with my face, he seems to snap out of it and cringe. He looks at Trent. "D-did I just?"

"Yep." Trent nods. Noah groans and hugs me.

"I'm so sorry Kenny, I thought you were hurting Raylen." He whispers in my ear. I shiver. Is it bad I like my foster brother?

"It's ok Noah." I say, patting his back awkwardly.

"What's going on here?!" Mr. McCullough yells, infiltrating our circle. He looks at Steve, then Noah, then Trent, then me, and at last, Raylen. "Your all expelled!"

"What?! I just started this school yesterday!" I scream, walking up to him.

"And you were caught fighting today! Your all expelled!" Mr. McCullough yells, a vain popping out on his forehead.

"Fucking shit ass! Go fuck your gay ass mother!" I scream, stomping on his foot. "Motherfucker! Fuck tard! I hate this gay ass school! I'm gonna sue! I'm gonna hire a lawyer and sue! Motherfucker." I growl before walking away.

"Kenny Benny!" Noah yells, running after me. I turn around and see he's pulling Raylen with him, Trent mumbling something about vaginas. That doesn't sound right. . . .

"God I fucking hate this school!" I exclaim, walking out of the school.

"Where's Delsin?" Trent asks, grabbing a stick and measuring me against a car.

"Fuck off." I growl, grabbing the stick and breaking it.

"He didn't get expelled with us. . . So we're walking home." Noah says, smiling down at Raylen. Did I miss something?

"Shit balls!" I yell, stomping past Trent on the way to the house. I walk past a tree and somehow manage to get caught on a branch.

"How's that possible? That branch is like, five feet off the ground." Noah says, flicking my nose. I pout and wiggle around, trying to get my hoodie off.

"I'm five fucking three feet tall!" I yell, falling out of my hoodie. I get off the ground and jump to grab it off the branch.

"So three feet tall? I knew it!" Noah exclaims, snapping his fingers.

"Hey! I'm the only one who can make fun of his height!" Trent exclaims, pouting.

"Well you didn't so I took the opportunity." Noah laughs, pulling on Trent's bottom lip.

"Are you two seriously fighting over who gets to make fun of my height?" I ask, pulling me jacket down and staring at them.

"Kenneth, your a seventeen year old thats exactly five foot tall. Just face the facts, your not growing anymore." Noah says, patting my head.

"Just watch, I'm gonna have a growth spurt and shoot up past you motherfuckers." I say, pointing at all three of them.

"I d-didn't say anything." Raylen says, gripping his stomach. Worry flashes across Noah's eyes and he lifts Raylen's shirt up, showing off tan sexy abs. Yummy. Besides the fact that there's a huge bruise on his stomach, this boy is a sex god.

"Lets get you home, Mom should be off work." Noah says, motioning for Raylen to get on his back. Raylen slowly climbs on and Noah walks off toward the house. I look up at Trent expectantly.

"Oh right!" Trent say, jumping on my back.

"Fat ass motherfucker! Get off before I fall over! I wasn't meant to carry a six foot guy!" I groan, falling over.

"Someone's a grumpy midget." Trent mumbles.

"What?!" I yell. Trent runs away. "Mother trucker! Go fuck a bomb!" I yell after him.