Chapter Eight
“What a d**k,” Billy said, expressing disdain for Wayne Duggins in solidarity. We were in his basement playing Primal Rage on his Super Nintendo, and I had told him everything. (Except the tears.)
“I always knew he was a jerk, but geez. This is something else.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. My nose wasn’t bleeding anymore and barely felt sore, but I had to tell him. “Uncalled for.”
His dinosaur, Sauron, got a nasty bite in on the arm by Blizzard, my giant blue ape.
“Nice! Nah, dude, it’s not merely uncalled for. It’s barbaric. Bully. Guy like that thinks he can beat up whoever he wants?”
“Someone will kick his butt, sooner or later,” I mumbled.
“Hell, yeah, man.” He hit my shoulder, nodding as Chaos kicked Sauron, knocking the lizard back. “And I’ll be right there with you. Give h
