Way of the Wicked Page #2

Ooh!

What the f***'s wrong with that guy?

Shut up.

That guy is so f***ing weird.

- You're weird.

- Jesus.

Such a p*ssy.

Hey.

Sorry about that.

It's fine.

He's the one going to homecoming alone.

You really wanna piss him off, go with me.

Trying to make me jealous?

Jealous?

In what way?

I'm not through with you.

I'm the one for you, okay?

Don't get me in trouble here.

Get off me.

You know what I'm capable of.

You heard her.

Oh!

Get up. Get up!

That's what I thought, you loser.

Bigger p*ssy than I thought.

Ah!

Excuse me, what's going on here?

Quick, somebody gel help.

Don't just stand there!

Somebody go get help.

It's gonna be okay.

Let's go.

There you are, babe.

I've just started up the barbeque.

I'm just heading out, Dad.

Oh, I thought we was

gonna have a barbeque together.

Out where'?

Dad, you don't have to worry about me.

I'm not a little girl anymore.

Dad, you know what I mean.

Yeah, babe. You know,

me and you have to stick together.

I miss Mom, too.

But I don't wanna stay cooped up

in this house, feeling sorry all the time.

Should I be concerned?

Oh, with the wine?

Absolutely not. I always have

a glass of wine when I'm barbequing.

Come on, babe.

Can't you stay a little while?

I've got the barbeque on, come on!

- Come on, we'll work this out.

- Okay.

Good girl. Can you get the plates then,

and I'll get the steak on.

- Okay.

- How are we going for this, rare?

Medium rare.

Medium rare.

He's always asking me out.

Well, can you blame him, babe?

You're a locker.

You've got your mum's eyes,

your mum's smile...

Okay, enough.

You know, the moment

I set eyes on her, I fell in love with her.

It took me a while though.

Got her to go for a walk with me.

She told me flat out, there and then,

that she wasn't interested.

And then for some bizarre reason, we ended

up doing this trip out here to the States.

Got together.

Stayed here, and never went back to the UK.

Two years later, you were born.

Suppose I'm persistent.

I admire that in you.

And you make the world's best

corn on the cob.

Huh, you're only saying that

'cause it's mum's recipe.

You know, babe,

why don't you just tell him how you feel?

It's kinda tough.

Why?

Bad timing.

I don't want him to think

it's some sympathy thing.

Why would he think that?

He's in the hospital.

For what?

It was stupid.

He got into a fight with Robbie Mueller.

Robbie Mueller?

How do I know that name?

Remember when that boy choked to death

five years ago?

Yeah.

Robbie's the one that got the blame.

He moved away.

So he's back now and he's at your school?

Just started.

Today, Greg got into a fight with Robbie.

It was my fault, really.

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