Chapter 2

“Hoy, Sean.”

“Yeah, what? What are you guys doing here?”

Jonah didn’t know which one was worse—for those jocks to grab him and Sean and turn them into aliens, or for them to beat them up into pulp. Jonah knew it wasn’t a problem for these guys to accomplish either action.

But none of the boys moved. Dean whispered something to the closest boy.

“Guys?” Sean sounded weary. “Do us a favor, okay? Get the hell out of here.”

Dean trailed his attention back to Sean. “Hey, Sean. Your friend down there doesn’t seem well. Need help bringing him home?”

Jonah watched Sean’s back tighten. “Go away,” Sean said. “I don’t need your help, assholes. Jonah won’t need it, either.” Sean turned around and bent down, reaching for him. No one moved an inch. Then someone else slid out of the car.

“Sean, you can’t be serious. We know we were sometimes too rough on Jonah—and I had no idea you’re that concerned with him—but calling us assholesis too much.”