King Jack Page #4
No, no, no. It's cool.
- Take it.
- No. I'm fine.
- Take it.
- It's cool. It's fine.
Come on. Or else
I'm gonna feel bad all night.
Alright. Alright, fine.
Can I tell you something?
Yeah.
About the photo?
I kinda liked it.
Don't look at me like that.
Like what?
I don't like it when boys look at me like that.
Like what?
Close your eyes.
Okay.
No peaking.
Okay.
Tell me what you want.
Tell me what you want.
This is good.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Robyn?
Robyn?
Hey, Scab.
Get the f*** out.
No stop.
Shut up.
Hey.
I thought it was just a joke.
Yo, get the f***
out of here right now.
- No. It's my house Shane.
- Get the f*** out of here!
Yo, turn the camera off, man.
Turn it off.
You guys wanna go downstairs
and make sure she's not making a f***ing scene?
Huh?
Where's your brother now, huh?
He's not here to save you?
Maybe you shouldn't have have
brought him around today, you little f***er.
That was a bad idea.
F***.
F***.
Come on. He went outside.
Help! Help! Help! Help!
Hey, shut up!
Shut the f*** up.
Don't move or I'll take out your eye.
Works, doesn't it.
Your brother used to say that.
You're gonna remember me, Scab.
Everyday, when you wake up
and look in that mirror.
You're gonna remember me.
C'mon!
C'mon!
- Let's go, Jack!
- You're f***ing dead.
Jack! Now!
You're f***ing dead, you little sh*t.
- You're f***ing dead!
- Leave him alone!
- Come here!
- Whoa, Shane.
I said leave him alone!
Get outta my house, a**holes.
- Yo Shane, we gotta get outta here.
- I said get outta here, Shane.
Move, Scab.
No.
I said move, Scab!
That's not my name.
When I tell you to do something, Scab,
you do it!
You f***ing do it!
What are you looking at, huh?
Stay down.
Stay the f*** down.
What are you looking at?!
Go home!
Go!
No, man! Chill!.
Chill. That's enough.
Stop. He ain't moving.
I said leave him alone.
Whoa.
It's alive.
Mom.
Is he up?
Hey. Back down.
Don't move.
When did he get up.
Just now.
Hey, are you okay?
Yeah. I'm okay.
You know you scared
the sh*t out of me, right?
Emma came by from the hospital.
She said you had a cracked rib.
Maybe a mild concussion.
That it could have been a lot worse.
I'm glad you're okay.
Hey, Pete, he just f***ing got up.
Sorry.
The sooner I can ask him a couple of questions,
the sooner I can get out of here.
How are you feeling Jack?
Tired.
Nobody from the party's talking,
so you wanna tell me what happened to you?
I fell off my bike.
Jack.
Must have fell pretty hard.
I was going pretty fast.
Great.
Well. I'm glad I stuck around for that.
Look, if he changes his mind
and he wants to press charges or something,
you know where to find me.
And I don't want to get to know you
like I know your brother.
Love you too, Pete.
Go f*** yourself.
You fell off your bike?
Okay, look...
You don't wanna tell me
what happened last night? That's fine.
But it's never happening again,
you hear me?
I don't know what's going on in your head,
but something has gotta change.
You could be a good kid if you wanted.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I know.
But you are not leaving this house
for the rest of this summer.
Thanks.
For coming back for me.
Don't mention it.
How did we get home?
Some of the older boys
took you in their car.
Was it cool?
Yeah.
It was pretty cool.
Hey, doofus.
Hey.
Hey.
How are you feeling?
Been better.
Robyn says she's sorry.
Whatever.
She says you should go visit her
when you're feeling better.
I'll pass.
You know you're still a dick, right?
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Whatever.
What's that?
There's your clothes from the party.
There's no money in the wallet.
But that's how I found it.
Honest.
Thanks.
I brought you something, too.
I made it.
I thought it would make you feel better.
Or whatever.
Ben said you'd like it.
I guess I've been bruised,
if we were to speak plain
Every bruise that comes to flesh,
makes it mark on the brain
You say it's always been
and always will be
Anything you'd say has already been said
a million times
Do you think of all of the side streets
we walked past slow
of buried skeletons in the back yard?
So you think you've moved me to change
How could I be moved
when I want to move away from this place?
Things you think you know
or you may have seen
might have come to pass
if your parents had been kept clean
Do you think of all of the side streets
we've walked past slow
of buried skeletons in the back yard?
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