"Hey Roidzoid," I yelled, Cole hated that name, "you've been leaving your shit around again!" He looked up, and I threw his vest in his face.
"Thanks, bud," he said letting his head drop on the pillow again. "Damn, I smell good."
"Get showered you smelly fuck, and no I'm not gonna scrub your back, you fucking gorilla."
He groaned and got to his feet. "You showered already?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I smell sweeeet."
He ambled into the bathroom and closed the door. Jack and Cole go back a long way, even more than Jarrad. He wasn't the smartest guy, and had never been afraid of Jack--that's why he liked him. I picked out a nice shirt and pulled it on; it felt good to be inside someone so confident.
Beep!
A text came through; it was Noah. "Jarrad's pretty shaken up, what did you do?"
"He was a dick," I texted back. He didn't reply.












