We dashed onto the street and searched for a stripped tow truck, but couldn’t find a damned thing. All we found was an adult-sized red push bike laying on the front lawn of Charlie’s yard.

I frantically began trying the car key in any nearby car, but none of them would unlock.

Suddenly, Wes came bolting out onto the street also, ripped his shirt off and held his fists high, “Throw ‘em up gronk!”

I took my shirt off, and bounced on my heels, my hands guarding.

Wes made his way towards me, but I threw the first hit; busting his nose.

“Go Percy!” Michael cheered.

Wes wiped the blood from his mouth and shin kicked my thigh so hard that my leg buckled, finishing with an overhand right that connected over my right ear.

I dropped to the pavement, rolled out of the way of a stomp, gained my feet, took another hit to the head and Tackled Wes to the ground.

The tackle scraped up the Wes’s back, and I began unloading hooks to the side of his head. He grabbed for my throat and began to squeeze, so I grabbed his throat and began to squeeze also.

Michael stepped in and pulled me off of Wes. Wes rose to his feet and wiped his bleeding nose as clean as he could, “You fuckers stole my phones!” He cursed.

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“Your phones? Those were our damned phones!” I spat, looking across at my phone face down on the ground.

I walked over to it and picked it up, tested the screen, then realised there was none; the screen had dislodged.

“You son of a bitch!” I yelled, striding for his neck.

Michael grabbed me and shoved me back, “Where did you get the phones?” he asked Wes.

“I got them off my cousins flatmate.” Wes replied, locking his eyes onto me.

“Where’s your cousins flatmate?” Michael responded, scratching his beard.

“Fucked if I know. I haven’t been back there since this morning.” Wes answered, wiping his nose again.

I walked along and picked up my shirt, as did Wes.

“He sold them to you didn’t he?” Michael investigated.

“Yeah, no shit. You think people just hand out iPhones for free?” Wes scoffed, heading towards a beat down car as he patted his pockets.

Wes outstretched his hand to me, “Give me my fuckin’ keys!”

“Not unless you take us to go and see your cousin!” I argued, holding the keys tightly in a fist.

Wes snorted a blood bubble and wiped it away with his crimson fists, “Only if you transfer me for the phones.”

Michael shook his head, “That’s not happening.”

“Yeah? Well you two can get fucked then!” Wes yelled, wiping his nose clean with his shirt.

“If you don't, we'll just take your car and call it even.” I replied with a bloody smile.

Wes spat blood on the ground, “I’d like to see you try.” He laughed.

Michael tightened his fists and approached Wes. Wes backed up against his vehicle. Then nodded.

I unlocked the car, Michael rode shotgun, Wes drove and I sat behind Wes.

Wes started his car and we began down the main road of Avondale.

“What’s a gronk?” Michael asked.