"How have you put this on? You shitheads, help me!" He shouted. They all pulled together but it didn't move an inch. "This is actually a good massage. Hey you, pull harder." Jericho lay relaxed on the ground.
"Man, what the— This dude is weird!"
"Shoulders next"
Suddenly, the book's brown and old cover had a golden clock drawn on it which started ringing like a huge church bell and started glowing.
"Alright, I've gotta go now. See you guys or not" Jericho got up. He picked up his book and pen.
"Wait!"
"My watch," He looked around.
"Hey, I said wait!" One of the guys shouted as he pulled Jericho back by his choker.
"You're annoying," Jericho said. His voice was colder and deeper. He turned back and looked at him through his grey eyes, filled with anger.
They took a step back. Jeric
