The streetwise giant examines you in his rough hands as you stare up at him, scared out of your mind. In class, you always avoided Joey and his mob because everyone knows they're trouble. But here, in the hooligan's cheap cologne-smelling hands, you feel like a cornered animal. The giant's full, red Puerto Rican lips bend in a sleazy smile that makes his girlfriends weak at the knees "Nice. This a real kid?"
Wayne nods and Joey's friends look impressed. "You're cool, man. Come hang out with us again tomorrow." Joey says smoothly, standing up as the bell rings. The last thing you see is your brother's immensely satisfied face as Joey drops you into the pocket of his sweat pants and his gang head out.
You're as mad as you are terrified - Your own brother, handing you over to a kid who's fresh out of juvi, just to earn street cred??
Joey's keys jingle in the baggy pocket as you tumble around in there amongst lint, a giant lighter, loose change, and a clear plastic pouch stuffed with something dark and green.
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