Chapter3 THE CHALLENGE

Ryder’s POV “HEY, FATSO DICKS! HOLD UP!” The voices rang out behind us—unmistakably the Draven twins. “Just perfect,” Chester groaned, throwing his arms up in exaggerated despair. “Now we get to start our morning with a black eye.” “Run!” I hissed, grabbing his sleeve as we pushed through the morning crowd like bowling balls crashing into pins. We ducked and weaved our way toward the classroom, narrowly escaping two martial arts-obsessed thugs. We skidded into our seats just as the bell rang. “Phew!” Chester exhaled. “You’re a lifesaver. That would’ve been a karate chop breakfast.” “I wouldn’t celebrate too soon,” I muttered, eyes widening as the Draven twins stomped into the classroom. “They’re headed straight for us.” Sure enough, both of them sauntered over like vultures spotting roadkill. One grabbed my collar, the other went for Chester. “Seems like the Fatso Dicks can’t hear so well,” one of them sneered. “Maybe we should knock some sense into those ears.” Before we could react,