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"Hey, Michael." Ryan started. "How's your mom doing? I think I saw her under the bridge with a syringe hanging out of her arm." Ryan broke into a laugh, as did the other Jocks present.

"You're so clever, Ryan." Michael retorted, quietly. His voice was one of defeat. Not often did he show weakness but this was one moment.

"Leave him alone." Charles rose to his defense.

"Fuck off, Caldwell." Ryan said dismissively. "This is between the big boys, more maybe just me, as your boy Michael lost."