King Jack Page #3

if it's so horrible and sh*t.

It's not horrible and sh*t.

Just...

What? It's just a f***ing kiss.

Haven't you kissed anyone before?

Yeah.

Oh my God.

No you haven't.

Yeah, I have. Loads of people.

Yeah? Like who?

You wouldn't know em'.

Okay.

F*** off. Don't tell anyone, yeah?

I mean it.

Don't tell anyone.

None of you.

Well...

- Yep. Alright.

- I won't.

I don't know anybody.

Um, so...

do you wanna?

What?

Kiss me.

Alright.

Yo, Harriet!

- Harriet!

- Oh, f*** off.

Harri!

What do you want?

A little bird told me Scab's at your house.

He ain't here, Shane.

Who are you talking to then?

Holly.

Hey, Shane.

Holly, you can't say "hi" to me?

What do you want?

Just you two girls then, huh?

Yeah.

Well. We'll text you

if we see them though.

We can't just come up and

hang out with you guys?

Shoot the sh*t. I know

you're all bored up there.

We're kinda having girls time right now so...

Oh. They're having girls time.

Is your dad here?

Yeah.

Really? 'Cause I don't see

his car anywhere.

It's in the shop.

Harriet, just let us up.

- No, Beavan.

- No?!

Run.

Get back here, you little sh*t.

Jack!

Yo, leave him. Leave him.

He ain't going far.

Jack?!

Jack?!

Why don't you come save

your little boyfriend huh, scouch?

What's your name, boyfriend?

Huh?

- What's your name?

- Ben.

You're gonna leave little Ben here,

all alone, with us?

You know you're only

making this worse, right?

Let him go, man.

Sure.

Yeah, I'll let him go.

Just come out here.

He didn't do anything.

No. But you did, Scab.

Look...

You come out now,

then I'll let him go.

You wait around though...

Alright.

Guess we're gonna have to take

little Ben, here, back to ours.

Look. When you find your balls. We'll be

at Beav's waiting for you to come pick him up.

Don't make us wait too long, alright?

We're gonna have fun with you, little piggy.

He's probably still running.

How's your boyfriend

gonna leave you like that, man.

Yo. Look at his titties, boy.

Maybe we should milk them.

Look at your white ass chest.

Yo. Hey, hey.

Hold up, hold up.

He deserves a fighting chance, right?

Hey, chipmunk...

You wanna play a little game?

Look, look, look.

If you-

If you win,

then, you know, we'll sit here, you know...

We'll chill out, you know, watch some

TV until your boyfriend shows up.

How's that sound?

Answer?

Hey, I asked you a question.

Do you want to play a game?

Alright. It's real simple.

I'm gonna count to ten.

If you're still holding that

by the time I count to ten, then you win.

But if you drop it before I get to ten,

you lose.

You got it?

Ready?

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

You lose.

Ow.

Oh sh*t.

Why you looking down for?

- Yeah.

- Head up.

Head up, son. Head up.

Wish your boyfriend was here, huh?

That feel good, baby boy?

Are you about to cry?

Yo. That one is so bad, over there.

You ready?

Oh. You close!

You close.

Alright, alright.

One more time, One more time.

To the right, man.

Come on. You ain't sh*t.

Yo. Ten bucks, bare chest.

Oh, yeah!.

That's a hit.

Feel bad for you now, bro.

The hell was that?

Hey. Is that you, Scab?

Yo, Scab!

This thing draws blood at close range.

If you don't want your boyfriend to bleed,

you better come out right now.

Scab!

[???] Shane. That's it.

He ain't here.

Better get here soon.

- Open fire.

- Sorry, your boyfriend ain't coming to save you.

Tom!

Tom!

No, no, no. He's moving around.

Get off the ropes.

Move out of there! Get out of there!

He's going down!

That's what I'm talking about.

F***ing right. Give me my money.

Give me my money.

Come on man, hurry up.

Where's my money bro?

Yo. You got my money, or what?

What's up?

I'm gonna give it to you next week.

I've been hearing that a lot lately, man.

Tom.

Jack?

Don't tell mom about the fight.

How much do you owe?

Enough.

Relax. I'm coming.

Yo, man.

Where is he?!

He's out back, man!

Come on, man!

Hey, dude, what the f***?!

Shut the f*** up, both of you!

Untie him.

Who's idea was this?

Huh?

Are you alright?

Who's idea?

Who's f***ing idea was this?

Nothing?

Okay.

Any of you come near

my little cousin again, that's your f***ing face.

You understand me?

F***ing big shots

picking on a twelve year old.

My dad's TV man...

What was that?

He said it's his dad's TV.

Oh, is that what he said?

Don't answer for other people.

You're not even supposed

to come near me, Tom.

Go ahead and squeal.

I'm sure they'd love to hear

how you tied up some kid in your backyard.

Ben, you got your stuff?

Let's go.

You okay?

Ah, f***. Ahh.

How many times did I tell you

to leave Shane alone?

How many times?

It wasn't my fault. He-

- Shut up. Shut up.

- Ow. Ow. F***.

It's never your f***ing fault.

You know how much trouble

I could get into for what I did in there?

Has that even crossed your mind?

It doesn't right? Cause the whole

f***ing world revolves around you.

You okay?

Wipe yourself off.

When's the last time

you did something for somebody else?

Tell mom I'm not going

to be home till late.

Hey, Ben.

Hey, wait up.

Hey.

You okay?

Listen. I'm sorry, okay?

- I'm sorry.

- Just leave me alone.

- Ben. I'm sorry.

- Just leave me alone.

You're not my friend.

So don't try to act like it.

Home's the other way.

Hey, don't tell my mom, alright?

Oh, Ben, your dad called.

I told him you'd call him back after dinner.

So, you guys have fun today?

Good.

Ben, you're sleeping in

Tom's bed tonight, okay?

He'll take the couch when he gets in.

Hey, man, it's two players...

if you wanna...

I'm sorry.

I should've let them take me.

You know why people call me Scab?

Tom started it.

When I was little.

My dad had this nickname for me.

He used to call me King Jack.

Put me on his shoulders.

Carrying me all throughout the house,

saying I was the king of everything.

The couch, the backyard, everything.

Tom didn't like it.

He used to punch me

when dad wasn't around.

Pick on me at school, too.

He was mad popular so...

Whatever he did, everyone kinda copied.

Said I wasn't a king.

Wasn't even a f***ing person.

Just some scab.

I never really had a lot of friends.

Like...

ever.

There you are.

I thought you weren't gonna make it.

Oh yeah. Here I am.

I like your house.

Thank you.

Shane isn't here, is he?

No. I didn't invite him.

Alright, cool.

Are you okay?

What? Oh yeah, yeah,

no, I'm great. Yeah.

How are you doing?

How am I doing?

That's kind of a tough question

to ask at a party.

Come on. You're too sober.

Come on. It's not that bad.

Does your mom use that stuff

to clean the house?

F*** you. That's my drink.

I don't share it with everyone, you know.

Hey, look, I wanted to say I was sorry,

about yesterday, with the photo.

- I didn't mean to show it to the girls, they just-

- Whatever.

No, really. It was shitty.

A little bit.

A little bit?

Yeah, yeah. A little bit.

Like a lot of bit.

Alright, yeah, like a lot of bit.

So... apology shot?

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