“Do you two even know how f*****g lucky you are?”
Omar was raging in the front seat as Casey and I sat guiltily in the backseat of his car. He had come to the police station to talk to the officers. After Kennedy and Levi both explained what happened, and that we clearly got beat by the other two guys, they let us off with a warning. We weren’t booked, so nothing would appear on our records.
“Yes. And we’re really grateful, Omar.”
“You better be! This drinking and drugs bullshit has to stop! You’re only going to go downhill from here if you keep it up.”
I glanced at Casey, who frowned. “I didn’t do this because I was drunk. I did it because the guy called Nick a fag.”
“So, what? People have called me a n****r, and I didn’t get in a fight over it!”
“That’s you, that’s not me.”
“You b
