Sticks & Stones Page #3

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18 could become citizens,

and except under

special circumstances,

a man became a citizen

only after his father had

already been a citizen.

- Hey, where you guys going?

- Home. Come on.

- I'm supposed to get

picked up by my mom.

My exam, remember?

- So what?

You want us to stay

and hold your hand?

- Hey, why are you such a jerk?

- Probably 'cause my dad left

the house when I was 10,

after throwing one too

many right hooks.

How's that?

- I'll stick around.

I got a few minutes.

- All right, I'll hang.

Chicken sh*t.

- So, what time are you

supposed to be there?

- Half hour.

Four.

I don't know why I'm going.

I'll be miserable there

for the rest of my life.

- You're going because you're

more afraid of your parents

than you are of Hayes.

- Hey, Reuben.

Glad I caught you.

- My mom.

She can't pick me up.

- Yeah, she's probably

getting her mustache waxed.

- How am I gonna get there now?

- Walk?

- You guys wanna walk with me?

- Sorry, Bookie.

I gotta get home and

babysit my siblings.

I'm late already.

- Joey?

- I gotta get home to

let the plumber in.

Sorry, man.

Hey, hey, why don't you run?

You'll be there

before you know it.

- Yeah, Bookie.

Hayes isn't around.

You'll be okay.

- You think so?

- Yeah.

Hayes lives in the

other direction.

You'll be fine.

- All right.

Wish me luck?

- Good luck.

- Break a nut.

Buck says he collapses

before he turns the corner.

Should be okay.

- Yeah. He'll be all right.

- Dude, I can't join them.

I'm not going.

And don't ask me any questions.

I don't wanna hear

a word about it.

- Okay.

- Oh man, my dad's home.

He's gonna kill me.

- Nonsense. Just

tell him you forgot.

And don't say a

word about Hayes.

You know your psycho dad.

He'll freak.

And Bookie, don't forget

my English homework, okay?

And my math.

And my biology.

- What do you mean, you forgot?

- I forgot.

- You never forget anything.

How could you forget this?

You've been studying

for it night and day.

Did you forget?

- Paul.

- Yes, I know.

I'm going to ask a question.

I would like a straight answer.

Did you forget?

- No.

Mom was supposed to pick me up.

- Well, you could've walked.

Why couldn't you walk?

What's the matter?

You got a big pair of

strong legs on you.

Come on.

If you try and throw

your education away,

you're gonna end up a loser.

You're not gonna be

on anyone's team.

Honey, why don't

you talk to him?

- I will.

- You listen to your mother.

- I hate him.

- No, you don't.

No, you don't.

Your dad just wants

what's best for you.

We both do.

Reuben, sweetheart,

I know you wouldn't

have missed that exam,

unless you had an

awfully good reason.

Reuben, what's going on?

- You have to promise

you won't tell Dad.

- I promise.

- You sure you didn't tell him?

- No way. I stonewalled him.

Told him I forgot.

Here's your English.

How's it look?

- Not bad.

- So how's the arm?

Ready for tryouts?

- Don't waste your breath, Book.

- You sure you didn't tell him?

Are you absolutely positive

that you didn't say anything?

- Are you questioning

my integrity here?

- No, I'm not questioning

your integrity.

I was just wondering

if you said anything.

- Well, I'm just wondering

if you're questioning

my integrity.

- Oh really, are you wondering?

- Morning.

So, how we all doing today?

Everyone okay?

Ready for tryouts?

Nice hat, Piggy.

I think I'll...

take it.

- Hey!

- Dad?

- Bully, come here!

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Listen.

If you so much as look

at my kid ever again,

I'll break every

bone in your body.

And if you don't believe

me, you just try me.

Huh, tough guy?

A real hero picking on

guys half your size.

How do like it, being

on the other side?

You like it?

Do you? Huh?

Do I make myself clear

this morning, son?

- Yes.

- Do I?

- Yes, sir.

- Don't you forget it.

I'll be watching you.

Get out of my sight.

Go, go, go!

Cheer up, guys.

Come on, Reuben.

Smile.

It's gonna be a long time

before that dirt bag

bothers anybody.

Now let me take you to school.

Let's go.

- Messed up big time, Book

- I told you, my mom

gave me her word.

I trusted her.

- You need to stop trusting her.

- She was probably

worried about me.

- She should be.

- Ahh, my back.

That hurt.

- Here, Piggy Piggy Piggy Piggy.

Oh, Piggy.

Here, Piggy Piggy Piggy Piggy.

Come on, Piggy, let's

go for a little ride.

Let's go.

- Ah! Get off me!

Let go of me!

Let go!

Let go of me!

- Where's your punk-ass

b*tch now, huh Piggy?

- Get off of me!

- Thank your old man for

this one, dough boy.

You won't be needing this.

- Let me in!

Let me in!

- Get out of the way, move.

Come on, coming through.

I'm so sorry, man!

I'm so sorry.

I've never been

sorrier in my life,

I swear it.

We should never have

left you alone.

- I'm gonna kill him.

- Excuse me.

Let me through please.

Excuse me.

Jesus, what's going on here?

Oh, good Lord.

You sure I can't get you

something to drink?

Some water?

I'm sorry this happened, guys.

If only you would've

come to see me earlier.

We might've been able to

avoid this whole thing.

It's all in the past now.

What's done is done.

Now, the question

that is before us,

what to do next.

Any ideas?

- Hire a hit man.

- I think it's time that I sit

down with that boy's father.

How's that sound?

Guys, I've been down this

road hundreds of times.

If he sees that you're

not afraid to get help,

he'll back off.

Bullies are really

just cowards at heart.

That's why they pick

on someone smaller.

Let me talk with his dad.

Now, I've chatted

with him in the past.

It's always helped.

I know this will change things.

Don't worry, Reuben.

The worst is over.

And I will take care of Mr.

Hayes.

- A chat with Hayes' dad?

Oh, yeah. That oughta do it.

Principal Dick.

What a dick.

His old man's a dick.

His old lady was a dick.

His brother and

sisters were d*cks.

They're all d*cks.

They eat dick for dinner.

They sleep on d*cks.

They drive d*cks to work.

They brush and pick

their teeth with d*cks.

They di...

- Shut up.

Shut up, already.

- Dick, dick, dick,

dick, dick, dick, dick.

- Dude, don't you

ever stop gabbing?

Maybe talking to Hayes' dad

isn't such a bad idea.

- Bull crap!

Not this talk to his dad sh*t.

Payback time.

Right, Bookie?

- Hello?

Speaking.

Principal Richard.

Fine, sir.

And yourself?

Good.

Good.

Is there a problem?

- Die, die.

- No, I can't work tonight.

I promised my kids.

Yeah, I promised 'em.

I'm coming!

- Die, die, die, die.

Get out of my way.

Die!

- Uh, honey.

Hey, guys, we're leaving.

- Die, die, die!

- Bye. Bye, guys.

Don't kill yourselves.

- So what are we gonna do?

- About your dad or Hayes?

- Forget my dad.

Hayes.

- I was thinkin' about

that on the way home.

It all depends on how far

you guys wanna take it.

Wait here.

- Dad, they're robbing the bank.

Why don't you carry a gun?

- I don't want to fire

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