I get to school with mischief on my face and rage in my chest.
This Peirce guy is going to pay.
I reread Clyde's text and look at the picture he sent me for the fifth time. Apparently this guy is in our grade and has the same last period class as Clyde and I.
This is going to be interesting.
"Yo bro!"
I turn around to see Clyde charging through the crowd in the hallway.
"Sup, Renzor," I say, giving him a high five. "You ready to beat some psycho ass?"
"Hell yeah I am! If it means I'll get to see Hadley after, I'm in."
"You sicko," I say, chuckling.
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The Story of Us
RomanceHow they met, how he fell appart, and how she rebuilt what they thought was broken forever.
