just a spoiled white kid with daddy issues.
We sat in silence for a minute. “Also,” he said, “Chip knows how to hack the staff Wi-Fi and download porn onto an iPod. That might make an hour with the iPod more appealing.”
I smiled. “Dude. I won’t need more than fifteen seconds.” And then he was smiling.
The next morning, I got woken up by a hand on my shoulder before the PA woke us up.
“What the hell?” I said.
“Get up,” Mohammed told me.
“Why?”
“Because we’ve got to be on time all week for you to get your porn and me to get my phone call. We can’t depend on any ofthese other people to take the lead, so it’s up to you and me.”
It was a real testament to how freaking tired I was that the prospect of access to forbidden porn wasn’t enough to make me spring out of bed. It took Mohammed pouring water in my ear for that to happen. “Ah, what the hell?” I said, jumping out of bed.
“Get showered. We’ll hit Chip’s room before breakfast.”
We wound up knocking on Chip’s door only thirty seconds after the PA told all of Heartland to get out of bed.
Chip answered the door in his boxers with visible morning wood. Man, I hated this place. “What the hell do you guys want,” he said, rubbing his eyes with one hand and trying to adjust the tentpole in his boxers with the other.
“We want to get a reward this week,” Mohammed said. “It’s important to us.”
Chip looked at me, then Mohammed. “You told him about the porn, didn’t you?” he said to Mohammed.
“It’s not like you make it a secret,” Mohammed said.
“Alright. I could use an hour with Xtube myself,” Chip said. “Might make it easier to get through the week.”
“Hey,” I said. “I’m, uh, sorry about yesterday. I’m still pissed about being here, and—”
“Don’t even worry about it, dude. You get a bunch of hotheads together, there’s gonna be a scrap sooner or later. Just glad we got it out of the way early.” He held out a fist. It wasn’t thesame hand that he just had on his junk, so I bumped it. And it was over.
This, sadly, was not the way girls rolled. Mohammed, Chip, and I were the first ones in the cafeteria, and Mohammed signaled to everybody from hothead group that we had to sit together. Diana, Emmy, and Jenny still weren’t speaking to each other. No bacon on the menu today, but Diana was making a big deal out of eating her breakfast sausage and scrambled eggs, and Jenny looked like she was seriously considering hurting her.
I watched as Emmy took a single piece of honeydew melon and sliced it into twenty-five bite-sized pieces. She popped one in her mouth, chewed for ten seconds, swallowed, took a big gulp of water, and started on the next one.
“Really packing it away there, huh?” I said to her.
She looked up, hurt flashing across her eyes. “Be nice! It’s just too much food for me all at once.”
“Sorry. Reflex. You know, you get in the habit of being a dick, it’s kind of hard to break it.”
“Now that I wouldn’t know about,” Emmy said. Jenny snorted.
Emmy looked like she was about to say something back when Mohammed tapped a spoon on his plastic tumbler of orange juice. It made a dull clunking sound, and everybody stared at him. “Listen,” he said. “I need my reward this week. My mom has been in Africa for the last three weeks, and I haven’t spoken toher at all. I need to know what happened to my family. And we need to work together so we can—”
“Oh geez,” Diana said. “The African guy has
problems
. Let’s all do what the guards say so the guy with the
real
problems can get what he wants. Because
we’re
not important.”
I was thinking the same thing, but my desire for porn kept my mouth shut. “Diana. I have a thirty-two gig iPod. I’ve got
Goblet of Fire
on there. Daniel Radcliffe in the bathtub with his shirt off.”
Diana looked at me. “Liar,” she said.
“It’s true,” I said. “Sure would be nice to have an hour
We sat in silence for a minute. “Also,” he said, “Chip knows how to hack the staff Wi-Fi and download porn onto an iPod. That might make an hour with the iPod more appealing.”
I smiled. “Dude. I won’t need more than fifteen seconds.” And then he was smiling.
The next morning, I got woken up by a hand on my shoulder before the PA woke us up.
“What the hell?” I said.
“Get up,” Mohammed told me.
“Why?”
“Because we’ve got to be on time all week for you to get your porn and me to get my phone call. We can’t depend on any ofthese other people to take the lead, so it’s up to you and me.”
It was a real testament to how freaking tired I was that the prospect of access to forbidden porn wasn’t enough to make me spring out of bed. It took Mohammed pouring water in my ear for that to happen. “Ah, what the hell?” I said, jumping out of bed.
“Get showered. We’ll hit Chip’s room before breakfast.”
We wound up knocking on Chip’s door only thirty seconds after the PA told all of Heartland to get out of bed.
Chip answered the door in his boxers with visible morning wood. Man, I hated this place. “What the hell do you guys want,” he said, rubbing his eyes with one hand and trying to adjust the tentpole in his boxers with the other.
“We want to get a reward this week,” Mohammed said. “It’s important to us.”
Chip looked at me, then Mohammed. “You told him about the porn, didn’t you?” he said to Mohammed.
“It’s not like you make it a secret,” Mohammed said.
“Alright. I could use an hour with Xtube myself,” Chip said. “Might make it easier to get through the week.”
“Hey,” I said. “I’m, uh, sorry about yesterday. I’m still pissed about being here, and—”
“Don’t even worry about it, dude. You get a bunch of hotheads together, there’s gonna be a scrap sooner or later. Just glad we got it out of the way early.” He held out a fist. It wasn’t thesame hand that he just had on his junk, so I bumped it. And it was over.
This, sadly, was not the way girls rolled. Mohammed, Chip, and I were the first ones in the cafeteria, and Mohammed signaled to everybody from hothead group that we had to sit together. Diana, Emmy, and Jenny still weren’t speaking to each other. No bacon on the menu today, but Diana was making a big deal out of eating her breakfast sausage and scrambled eggs, and Jenny looked like she was seriously considering hurting her.
I watched as Emmy took a single piece of honeydew melon and sliced it into twenty-five bite-sized pieces. She popped one in her mouth, chewed for ten seconds, swallowed, took a big gulp of water, and started on the next one.
“Really packing it away there, huh?” I said to her.
She looked up, hurt flashing across her eyes. “Be nice! It’s just too much food for me all at once.”
“Sorry. Reflex. You know, you get in the habit of being a dick, it’s kind of hard to break it.”
“Now that I wouldn’t know about,” Emmy said. Jenny snorted.
Emmy looked like she was about to say something back when Mohammed tapped a spoon on his plastic tumbler of orange juice. It made a dull clunking sound, and everybody stared at him. “Listen,” he said. “I need my reward this week. My mom has been in Africa for the last three weeks, and I haven’t spoken toher at all. I need to know what happened to my family. And we need to work together so we can—”
“Oh geez,” Diana said. “The African guy has
problems
. Let’s all do what the guards say so the guy with the
real
problems can get what he wants. Because
we’re
not important.”
I was thinking the same thing, but my desire for porn kept my mouth shut. “Diana. I have a thirty-two gig iPod. I’ve got
Goblet of Fire
on there. Daniel Radcliffe in the bathtub with his shirt off.”
Diana looked at me. “Liar,” she said.
“It’s true,” I said. “Sure would be nice to have an hour
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