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“What, you gonna call daddy to come beat me up?” Dreads mocks him, sticking out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
Zanka feels the anger bubble up inside him at the comment, hot and cloying as it courses through his veins—and decides he needs to go home, right now, or someone’s getting punched. “Fuck you. I’m leavin’.” Then he turns on his heel to march to the back door of August’s house.
“Yeah, call your limo, pretty boy!”
Okay. That’s enough.
Zanka turns back around, cocks his arm back, and decks the guy in the face.
Or, alternatively: How the meet-ugly of the goddamn century catapults newly broke college student Zanka Nijiku head-fucking-first into the strangest, weirdest, most evilly convoluted situationship of his life.