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Gracie crap?”
    “It’s evolved since him, but, yeah.”
    Everyone at the party was now looking at me. They seemed impressed that Atticai was taking a liking to me. As if we were old friends or something. I still wasn’t sure what I thought about all this.
    I was just about to relax a tad when someone shoved me hard in the back. I took a couple steps towards the fire and turned around and immediately dropped into a fighter position. Standing there was a bleached-blonde idiot about my size, staring at me.
    “You think you’re bad shit?” the guy asked.
    You have got to be kidding me. Was I really about to have another scuffle? This dude looked ridiculous. This guy had a Danzig shirt on and had several piercings in his face. One punch to his face would tear him to shreds, not to mention ruin about five hundred dollars worth of jewelry.
    “No,” I said. “But I could beat the stupid out of you.”
    The bleached-blonde guy got up in my face. “I don’t like you.”
    “Back the hell off, Rubidoux!” Atticai shouted.
    “Why? If this guy is such a badass, then let’s have him prove it.”
    “Rubidoux, you’re tanked. Trust me, you don’t want anything to do with this guy,” Atticai insisted.
    But Rubidoux didn’t listen. He took a swing at me and I instinctively ducked. When you fight, you always go by instinct. You also have to account for your surroundings, and especially friends. In this case, I knew that I couldn’t strike this guy or I might have dozens of guys on me. Punching out friends always has a way of getting other friends riled up. But friends will generally let a fight play-out if it goes to the ground. Of course, what happens after that is anyone’s guess.
    Anyway, I knelt down and shot my shoulders straight into his legs. In one smooth motion, I picked him up and threw him hard to his shoulders, pinning him down on his back, while holding down both his arms. A perfect take-down. I was very careful not to touch his face. Had we been alone, he would already have been knocked out.
    “I don’t know you,” I said to Rubidoux. “I have no problem with you. You need to calm the hell down.”
    “All right, man, get the fuck off me.”
    “You going to be cool?” I insisted.
    Then without warning Rubidoux turned his head and puked all over the rocks. I jumped back as the dumbass wiped his mouth.
    As I stood back, Atticai did a whooping warrior-scream at the top of his lungs. When he was done acting like a crazy man, he pointed at me and shouted, “I knew this guy was badass!”
    Everyone yelled and cheered and many mimicked his ear-splitting rebel yell. I was apparently caught up in some kind of Goth pep rally in my honor.
    “On second thought,” I said to Atticai. “Give me some of that.”
    I walked around the fire and over to him. He grinned and handed me the wooden container. I sniffed the contents and almost lost my own lunch and dinner. It smelled like dead fish and dead everything else. But it was too late to turn back. Everyone was watching me. Holding my breath, I downed the disgusting contents like water.
    Yeah, it was the worst thing I had ever drank.
    But I was fired up. I always get fired up when I kick someone’s ass. Even weird Goth dudes. As I pulled away from the wooden jug, I yelled at the top of my lungs—the same Braveheart yell that Atticai seemed to prefer—and everyone immediately cheered.
    And as they bellowed and whooped and hollered, I could only think: What the hell have I gotten myself into?
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Everyone went back to partying.
    The music got cranked up louder, and insanity seemed to fill the air. I went and sat on a giant log next to the bonfire. I looked over at Lena, who was still standing with Atticai. For once, he didn’t have his arms around her. She caught me looking at her and gave me the kind of look that suggested I had somehow been accepted.
    Did I even want to be accepted by these people?
    That putrid drink was pretty