Our hasty exit unfortunately doesn’t escape notice. A boy from my English class—a wrestling team–type dude—veers from his path to bother us. “What’s up, girly-man?” MuscleBound says. He sniggers at his own dull wit. “Get out of my way, you gorbellied clotpole,” I say. “What did you just call me, lawn mower?” “At least I don’t have a dick in the middle of my face like you,” I say. The mood turns ugly. I clench my fists ready to fight. It’s Jonathan’s turn to drag me. “Let’s go,” he says. “Sissies,” MuscleBound yells after us. Jonathan tightens his grip so I can’t turn back to deck his sorry butt. BlueDragon joins our escape. A strand of yellow construction-site tape clings to his fur and trails behind him as he walks. We make an awesome threesome. A good distance from campus we slow down.
