Menace
Havoc yawns loudly from where he sits beside me in the driver's seat. “Tired?" I rub my own eyes, having had a few late nights myself the past week.
“Exhausted man, I don't know how you did this as a teenager, going to school." He takes a drink of his coffee.
Even though it's almost four in the afternoon, he's still drinking java.
“Didn't have a choice." I shrug, nothing about what I did back then was special. No matter how many times people tell me it was amazing, I've never felt that way.
“No." He shakes his head, a firm tone to his voice. “You say that s**t all the time. That you didn't have a choice. You had a choice, as evidenced by Caleb's mom. When are you going to stop acting like you've been a martyr and just admit you're a good man?"
Sighing, I push my head back agai
