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[threesecrets]

 

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[makingbaddecisions]

[Jiang was pretty in a way that some people found unfair but others took as an invitation to start trouble. He'd been called slurs before, beaten up, picked on--most of it was before he'd gotten pulled into Kavinsky's orbit, but sometimes Aglionby boys still saw him as an easy target. Maybe it wasn't his face this time. Maybe it was how short he was--barely 5'6"--or maybe he'd just said the wrong thing. He did have a habit of rambling or talking too much in general. Kavinsky had told him more than once that the only good use for his mouth was blowing him.

It'd been months since someone had decided to kick his shit in, but today had been the day. He'd been jumped after his last class of the day, two against one, and though he'd fought back, he'd been outmatched. The other boys had been both taller and stronger than him and he'd gotten a few good hits in but in the end, had been the one worse off. Aside from his very visible black eye, split lip, and busted open cheek, his phone had also been a casualty. The screen was cracked, glass splintered, and the display was flickery at best and downright glitching out at worst.

As if that wasn't enough, his car broke down along the side of the highway. Without a working phone and with no idea how the insides of his candy red Supra actually worked, he was stranded. On top of all of that, it was ungodly hot out and he felt like he was going to melt if he had to deal with the heat too much longer. It was incredibly inconvenient that the one day he was left without a phone was the one day he really needed it. He couldn't call Skov or Swan to pick him up. He couldn't call a tow truck. He couldn't do anything but sit there or pace around his car, peering into the engine compartment like it would magically reveal its secrets to him.

When he heard another car coming, he perked up, lifting his head and stepping halfway out into the road. He waved his arms, trying not to come across as too desperate, but he was pretty frantic. And frazzled enough from his day that he didn't immediately recognize Ronan Lynch's BMW. Given a few more moments though, he would, considering all the times they'd raced.]