The Final
Season
chapter four
I dropped my phone on the table.
"Richie!" I yelled.
He kinda jumped startled by how I yelled.
"What? Whats wrong?" He paniced.
"You know who the person who texting me all this crap
is?"
"What? No."
"They said you do."
"What?" He snatched my phone out of my hand. His face
went white. "I gotta go." He pushed himself away from
the table and walked out the back door.
"What the hell was that about?" I asked.
"Only one way to find out." Cami said
"How?"
"We gotta go follow him." Matt said
"What the hell are we waiting for then." I said jumping
up and racing for the back door.
*****
I spotted Richie in an alley about 3 blocks over. He had
his hands on someones shirt.
"Listen," he hissed at the kid, "you better cut
this crap and start talking."
The kid didn't say anything. Then we heard a smacking
noise.
"How many times we gonna have to do this man? How many times
and I gonna have to hit you till you talk?" Richie
yelled. Just as Richie pulled back to punch the kid again,
I stepped in.
"Richie stop!" Richie looked over his shoulder at
me holding a scared-sh*tless Jake Morz up against his
garage.
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