“Franko," Theo said to warn the group of a potential problem.
Armando Franko had given me s**t last year but was too p***y to back it up with his fists. He and his crew had just entered the hall. Their hangout was at the opposite end from us. We enjoyed pretending neither side watched the other even though we always watched. Armando had a reputation for fighting dirty when he did fight.
No one complained to me when they tangled with him so I'd never given a damn. I would deal with him early this year. I refused to have his s**t hanging over my head. We'd settle it one-on-one or with our crews. Either way, Armando would limp away if he was lucky.
The bell rang and I watched Isabella's pink flamingos break up and head to class. I glanced at the schedule on my cell while Isabella went the
