Chapter 35

Luckily, not everyone at the party is a maniacal psycho, and I end up sitting around a table with a bunch of drunk football players, kicking their asses at various boardgames. I’m laughing so hard, my stomach hurts, and for the first time since I got to this school, I almost feel normal again.

Inside though, I know it won’t last long.

And I’m right about that. Around eleven o’clock is when the shit starts, and Creed comes sweeping through the lodge and onto the deck. He turns the surround sound system off, and the entire crowd goes quiet.

“Derrick Barr,” I hear him say as I scramble to my feet and push through the crowd until I’m standing on the deck, finding Creed facing off against this huge guy in a red football jersey. I move around the circle that’s formed until I can see his face. He’s not smiling.

“Shit, here we go,” Zayd murmurs, clearly drunk. His eyes though are still sharp. He takes another drink from his plastic cup, and then lifts it up in a salu