Chapter 110

“He doesn’t give a shit about you!” Jalen screams, panting, blood streaming from his nose. His brown eyes are wide and wild. Frankly, he looks like he’s about to cry. “I do.” He slams a fist against his chest and gets in Ebony’s face. She just stands there, eyes wide, staring at him. “I love you, Ebony. I fucking love you. I always have.”

“Well, I don’t love you,” she says, and then starts to sob. A few of the other girls, like Abigail and Valentina, come close and put their arms around her. Jalen stares at her in shock for several seconds before he begins to cry, these big, soppy messy tears that actually make me like him more. Boys should be able to cry; it’s disturbing that society tries to tell them otherwise.

But we’ve already learned that people like John Hannibal and Gregory Van Horn are walking nightmares.

“Are you fucking crying? Pussy bitch.” John cackles, his laugh like that of a hyena on the prowl. It’s disturbing. He’s dressed like a serial killer toni