Chapter 16
Shit, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t.
They were both seated before Battison’s desk. Battison was a big man with a barrel chest, and he motioned for me to sit in a chair beside them. Ryan looked pale but collected; my mom was looking at me with a pinched expression.
“All right, then, you two,” Battison said, steepling his fingers and leaning far enough back in his leather chair for it to creak. “It seems like you’ve struck up quite the friendship lately.”
He looked at us expectantly, and I realized after a few seconds that he was expecting an answer. “Y-yes,” I stammered, hoping that was enough.
“Well, there’s a lot to talk about here,” Battison said, his eyes swinging over to Ryan. “Let’s start with your English class. Anything you’d like to tell us about a certain Dracula paper? Y
