He's got two opponents in his head; how good can that be? Jenna has coolly disposed of her first three opponents and hasn't lost to anyone younger than forty for at least six months. And Pramod—hell, Zeke would have to win twice more just to face Pramod—he's got Zeke rattled as well. They both think they're such hot shit. And Zeke lets Pramod do that to him, insult him to his face and get away with it. Frickin’ Randy stands up and tells Pramod to get lost; how bullshit is that? Because Randy's such a dweeb he doesn't even know what's going on. Thinks he can chat up Jenna McNulty. Like she wasn't laughing at him in her head? Like Pramod wasn't thinking what an annoying little piece of shit Randy is? He spits out the toothpaste and cups some water into his mouth. Randy's trying to give me advice about how to beat Jenna? Might as well try to give me advice about sports or girlfriends. Like I'd listen. Like he could tell me anything I don't already know. Zeke scowls into the mirror, then wipes his face with a towel.
