Chapter 301

MASON Maddox is sitting in a booth when I get there. Two green shakes sit on the table, and I pull a disgusted face when I slide into the seat across from him. He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a fucking neanderthal, Mase.” I pull out the straw and let a blob of the green mulch fall from the bottom of it back into the glass. “No, but I’m also not a Buddhist monk like you. What the hell is this shit?” I pick out a piece of greenery. “Is that a fucking leaf?” “It’s mint, dickface. You know, like you get in your mojitos?” I wrinkle my nose. I can detect a hint of mint, but it mostly smells like grass. “Yeah, but mojitos taste good.” He sighs and slurps his through a straw. “Chicken.” I peer into the glass and shake my head. “Nope definitely not chicken, Mad.” That gets me a laugh from my baby brother, and I drop my voice to a stage whisper. “Are you even allowed to say that word in here?” “Only when referring to asshole big brothers who are scared to eat a vegetable—not when referring to th