The Bones: Chapter Five

With one man down and seven to go, the heat is on to find each and every Bone. Next up? Campus actor Peyton Reed. Seems Max is off to the theater, ready to handle this leading man's parts.

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“You hooked up with Trevor Shults!?!”

Nolan practically screamed the words as we walked across the quad from the library.

“Lower your fucking voice, Nole!”

I glanced around, paranoid about being overheard even though we were clearly alone.

“Have you lost your mind??” he pressed.

“No? Maybe? I don’t know!” I was grasping. “What can I say? It just happened. His dick was like Everest. It was…big. It was…there.”

“But you HATE him. And you’re investigating him!”

“I know,” I replied, resigned. His eyes bulged even bigger. “I know!”

He was right. It was probably a mistake. It was all a big mistake. But it had felt so good.

I tried a different tack.

“It’s all a part of the plan,” I offered.

“Sucking off your mortal enemy and the supposed leader of the secret society you’re trying to bring down is…strategic?”

“Yes?” I said, straining even myself to believe it.

Nolan looked like his head was about to explode.

“Just trust me,” I replied. “I know what I’m doing. I…discovered something.”

“That you have absolutely no judgment whatsoever?” Nolan started. “That you have unfathomably bad taste in men? That none of us should ever use a locker room towel again?”

“All the above,” I replied, suddenly chipper. He rolled his eyes. “And something else. Trevor had a tattoo.”

Nolan looked back unimpressed. “So? Even country club boys make mistakes.”

“No, it wasn’t just any tattoo. It was a…skull and crossbones tattoo.”

Nolan’s face slackened. “Seriously? Where?”

I turned to start walking again. “Doesn’t matter.”

Nolan stopped me in my tracks. “Where was it, Max?”

I tilted my head. “Mmmmm, kind of by his taint.”