Chapter 12 : Haunted

Wes’ POV

“I mean, where does that bitch get off? Fucking up your eye like that?” Manny blew three concentric smoke rings sticking his finger in the bull’s eye to make a point. “That’s just beyond evil, man! Unless…”

I pulled my shirt over my head before he could even give me the stink eye. I already felt shitty enough, I didn’t need Manny adding to that.

“Wes, you didn’t give her the old ‘catch and release right’? Tell me you didn’t deserve it?”

“Oh, he deserved it,” Cameron—the snitch—popped up out of the water, hair plastered to his face, prescription goggles fogged.

He doggy paddled toward the shallow end so he could sit on the steps, winded like a man double his age. If he wasn’t such a chameleon of a man and managed to charm everyone around him, he probably would have gotten picked on himself when we were kids.