“Brolic.”
The buff neck thug’s head whipped around to Zonyai.
“Why’d you cut in? I had him right where I wanted him?” His head bobbled around and his eyes moved lazily behind his half open lids as Sabrina and someone out of the crowd helped him to his feet.
“I can’t let chu have all of the fun, homie.” Brolic smiled. “Fall back, I got this one,” he assured him, feeling like he owed him ever since he took on tutoring him after school. It was because of him that he could remain on the football team because had he not gotten his grades up, he sure as s**t wouldn’t have been playing that year.
Although the two of them only really spoke while crossing one another’s paths in the halls at school, the rough neck had love for his smaller counterpart and had been waiting for the day he could pay
