Drake
I looked up. Oh, f**k I must be hallucinating, but the two sergeants that helped me at camp six maybe seven years ago were standing in front of me. Why were they here? “I am.”
They both stare at me dumbfounded. “Drake Newton?”
I gulp. “Yes.”
“Well, I must say it's a surprise to see you're in a frat, let alone harassing young girls.”
“I'm not.”
“Are you sure because that's exactly what I just heard?”
“Who from?”
“Answer my questions first, and I'll tell you.”
“Fine whatever.”
“Well, your attitude has certainly changed since camp.”
“I grew up.”
“I can see that. Unpleasantly too.”
“Who are these guys, Drake? And what the hell are they talking about?”
“You must be Colt?”
“I am. Though I don't see what it has to do with either of you.”
“Oh it has everything to do with us,
