The Dark Ones
““The Hickersons.”“What’s so funny?”Mark shrugged. “You know who Kent Hickerson is, right?”“Know of him, don’t know him.”“But you know his reputation.”“King of the douche bags.”Mark smiled. “That’s right. He thinks he’s fucking perfect. But he’s so fake.”“How so?”“You can tell he spends hours every day thinking about what clothes to wear and how to style his hair. He poses a lot. Like he thinks he’s a model or pop star, indulging the fucking paparazzi. It’s fucking hilarious. I just burst out la...ughing at the guy at school one day and he got all upset.”“How come you never told me that before?”“Because nothing happened. He’s a pussy.”“You think that was him in the window?”“Don’t know. Maybe.”Mark took out the Southern Comfort bottle again. He spun the cap off and took a generous swallow. The alcohol was already acting on his system, igniting the first little tingle of intoxication. He took another swallow and passed the bottle to Natasha, who, as before, knocked back an even bigger helping.MoreLess
Read book The Dark Ones for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8 / 10
User Reviews: