“It was in my pocket,” Jacob explains. “I forgot to take it off this morning, we were in such a rush. When I knelt down to pick up my books, it fell on the floor.” He throws Avery a hateful look. Avery can see why the boys backed down the first time, if Jacob looked at them like that.“That’s when the fight broke out.”
Avery smiles, hoping to dispel Jacob’s anger. “You mean, that’s when you kicked their asses.”
Jacob laughs. “Yeah.” He turns off the faucet and leads Johnny to the hand dryers. As he hits the button to turn on the air, he raises his voice. Johnny steps beneath the dryer, hands held high. The air blows his hair back and dries his hands. “Mike didn’t tell Darth Vader about the ring. He said I was afraid of the dark. That’s why I had you sleep over. I was like, what the fuck?”
Johnny turns the dryer onto Jacob. “What the fuck?” he mimics.
“Johnny, don’t.” Jacob turns the dryer back down, slapping his brother’s hands away. “Don’t say ‘fuck.’ Mom will kill me.”