Spoiler alert! I wish I could say that the rest of the night went okay, but it didn’t.
After lights-out, Rusty went off to the counselors’ dorm, which I guess is like the teachers’ lounge, if the teachers slept at school. Supposedly, they had real food in the dorm, and some of the counselors from the girls’ side came over to hang out at night and I don’t know what else. (That kind of stuff, as teachers say, isn’t exactly “age appropriate.”)
A little after that, before any of us were asleep, I heard footsteps outside. There was whispering. And snickering too.
Then a flashlight came on—right through the window and right in my face, so I couldn’t see a thing.
“What time is it?” someone whispered.
“Dead meat!” someone else said.
“Wha…?” I said. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
Then another light came on—this time it was shining in Cav’s face, on his bunk.
“What time is it?” another voice said.
“Dead meat!” they all whispered.
“Buzz off!” Cav yelled at them then, but they just laughed some more.
Then a third light came on. I saw it across the cabin. It was coming right into the window next to Legend’s top bunk. Except when it came on, he was already waiting for it.
“What time is—”
“YOU JUST PICKED THE WRONG INMATE TO MESS WITH!” Legend said. “I’M TALKING TO YOU, DOOLIN. YOU HEAR ME? BAD CHOICE… VERY BAD CHOICE!”
Okay, I’ve got a couple of things to say about all that. In fact, here’s everything I was thinking while Doolin and the other Bobcats went running for the hills:
