WorthlessJosh Wyrick’s husky voice drifted through the locker room window and froze me in the act of toweling off after a shower. “You hear the latest about Nichols?”
Shy…some say excessively so…I always stalled until the guys vacated the boy’s room after last period PE before stripping and stepping under the spray.
“Naw. What’s the worthless bag of s**t done now?” That breaking baritone belonged to Winston Rodgers, his right hand.
Josh the Jock, star quarterback, star pitcher, star goalie, star…star! Blond and built and handsome, scion of a wealthy family, he should have been expansive, magnanimous, generous with his friendship. It would have cost him nothing and made him twice the man he thought he was, but he chose to be a mean, petty bully instead.
Separated from his main man, Win
