But he sure as hell doesn’t say that.
Another deep Vader-esque breath, and the monsignor asks, “Why did you threaten the other student?”
Jacob pouts. “He said a friend of mine liked it up the ass.”
If he’s hoping to shock the monsignor, he fails.
The monsignor removes his glasses and sets them aside. Without the frames he looks all the more like Obi-Wan Kenobi, with his white beard and white hair, and the lines etched into his face.
Use the Force, Luke.Jacob wishes his brain would shut up so he won’t get into any more trouble.
“Fighting of any sort is not allowed on school grounds,” the monsignor tells him. Jacob nods. “Do you think we should call your parents?”
Jacob shakes his head. “No.” He doesn’t want to hear his mom cry over the phone.
For a long moment the monsignor watches him, those heavy-lidded eyes of his pinning Jacob in place like a captured butterfly.