“Lyric,” Fern hissed as he stared at the boy. “Get in the f*****g car.”
Lyric wiped some of the rain from his forehead as he stared at Fern, his heart hammering away in his chest as he stared at his friends; he didn’t want to go with Fern, he was tired, and he wanted to cry; and he didn’t want to deal with his s**t.
He cleared his throat and finally peeled his eyes away to stare at him. “No.”
Fern raised an eyebrow as he glared. “What did you say?”
“He said f*****g no,” Roland snapped, and Lyric looked up at him in surprise. He didn’t think Roland, of all people, would come to his defence. “Leave us all alone.”
“Lyric,” Fern said as he stared at him. He knew what that look meant, the dead expression, the cold in his eyes; if Lyric went with him now, he would have his ass beat.
“Can
