“I’m not going to argue about keeping my job,” Brice said, propping up his head. “Do you think my parents panicked when they yanked me out Cody?”
“You want a kabob?” Jace asked.
“I wasn’t afraid,” Brice bit a chunk off his burger. He lost his friends and the feeling of belonging. His parents punished him not the criminals, by being stripped from Cody and thrown into another school with unfamiliar faces.
“You treated the people who loved you like your enemies,” His uncle slapped his knee cap. “But it’s your friend, Shawn who got you into this again.”
“He asked me to come back and help him get the neighborhood kids on track to finish school.” Brice gulped the last chunk of his burger.
“He got his hand blown off by Arcadio. You could’ve been next.”
“Here, Brice,” Jace said, squatting to flip open the leather ottoman. “Go learn how to shoot these.” Brice dropped the plate when Jace shoved him a Colt and Glock.
“I don’t need these,” Brice said, rising up. Energy surged through his body like Superman with his invincibility. His hands trembled.
“Keep them in your car, you never know.” Jace stood up. “You could’ve protected your students with them.”
I would’ve been justified, Brice thought. He relaxed his finger around the trigger. He had become a grown man not running again and leaving his friend behind to take the wrath of Arcadio's.
“Bye, Brice,” Jace said. “Call your dad before tomorrow.”
“See you later, Uncle,” Brice said. “Much love.”
Brice placed the guns under the passenger’s seat. Then he relaxed on the porch, slipping on his socks and shoes. He was prepared to take Arcadio down from all angles. He wanted Shawn for back up.
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