He pulled his hair in frustration. He stared out into the foyer. Three quarters of the far wall was plastered over with sheets of painted butcher paper that together formed an enormous mural.
“What the hell?” he said.
It was a heroic portrait of David with a sea of white-haired Loners behind him, and a wide-open cobalt-blue sky overhead. The mural wasn’t finished. Butcher paper sheets that had yet to be glued to the wall were scattered on the floor below. Dorothy lay dead upon them.
Lucy hid under the staircase as the battle with the Skaters neared its end. She clutched a length of pipe in her hand, but there was no point. She was too afraid to use it. She’d never seen a battle like this. It wasn’t like the drops. It was more cutthroat.
She dared to peer out at the madness. There was a large fire in the center of room where the Loners once were. Someone had set a broken-down couch ablaze. Silhouettes tangled in the fire’s light. The first face she recognized was Will’s.
He slashed at a Skater with a knife, and the Skater dropped the board he was wielding. With a clean kick, Will shot the skateboard across to Ritchie, who stomped it in two. Ritchie snatched up the two pieces and chucked them in the fire.
All around the circle, Loners were stripping Skaters of their boards whenever they had the chance and sending them to Ritchie for destruction. The Skaters clutched their remaining boards to their chests and began to retreat into the shadows. Soon they were gone altogether. When the battle was over, Will led the Loners out of the commons in the direction of the ruins.
Lucy waited until they had all passed before sliding out from under the staircase. The fire crackled in the center of the room. It was the only sound that remained. She felt like such a coward, but she didn’t know what else to do. She followed their path but paused in front of the doors to the foyer.
Lucy looked down at herself. Her dress was clean, she had no cuts or bruises on her arms, she clearly had not participated in the battle. She couldn’t bring herself to open the doors.
Lucy bent down and rubbed her hands across the dirty floor.
She wiped the filth on her face and dress, then reached down and ripped her dress to her thigh.
She took a breath and stumbled into the foyer. She expected everyone to be looking at her, watching her. They weren’t, not even David. They were standing in a circle around something.
She saw it all so fast. David was crying. A giant portrait of him was on the wall. Dorothy’s body. It was too much.
She went to David’s side. He stared up at the mural.
“She fell off the ladder,” David said.
A twenty-foot construction ladder lay by Dorothy’s body.
David wiped the tears off his cheek.
“We’re going to give her a proper funeral,” David said.
“We don’t have time,” Will objected.
“We’ll make time. Help me lift her into the cage.” David, Will, and Ritchie picked Dorothy up and placed her gently into the Skaters’ rolling cage. Lucy took David’s hand; she wanted to be close to him. She wanted him to smother the insecurity flaring up inside her. David pulled hard on her hand and whipped her behind him. Over his shoulder she saw that Zachary and the Geeks had entered the foyer. The Loners picked up their weapons.
There were about twenty of them, lightly armed, and they stumbled into a clumsy formation behind Zachary when they saw the Loners. They looked liked they’d happened upon a stickup and it was too late to walk back out of the bank. The Geeks quickly drew what weapons they had.
David walked forward, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm. Will motioned for the Loners to keep close to David.
“Zachary, what’s up?”
Zachary relaxed and smiled at David.
“We heard there was a mural. I wanted to see it for myself.
It’s… kind of unbelievable.”
Lucy watched David closely. He wasn’t looking at Zachary anymore. He was studying the Geeks. Most of them were from the art clique. They had paint on their clothes and X-Acto knife cuts on their fingers. Zachary stared at Dorothy’s body.
His head was bowed, and his expression was grave.
“Do you mind if I…?” Zachary gestured toward the mural, and David shrugged.
Zachary walked away from the Geeks to a central spot in front of the mural. He was quiet for a while.
“It’s really something, isn’t it?”
“It is,” David said.
“I don’t suppose you’d be all right with it if my people changed it to my face, would you? I’d probably keep the eye patch,” Zachary said with a wink.
David smiled and shook his head. “I like it the way it is.”
“I want you to know I don’t condone this bounty on your head business. Sam is a pig.”
“I agree.”
“Somebody’s got to take a stand against that guy. I think we should join forces.”
Zachary pointed toward a far corner, signaling that they should talk privately. David nodded in response.
“How badly do you want out of this school?” David asked.
Zachary shoved David. David stumbled on his blind side, his foot tangled with the rungs of the construction ladder, and he fell to the ground. Zachary pounced on him.
Will and five others broke into a run to intercede, but Zachary was already behind David, his fingers in his hair. Zachary pulled David up by the head, produced a knife, and held it to David’s throat.
Lucy choked with dread. She could almost feel the knife at her own throat, its sharp edge denting her skin.
“Stay back!” Zachary yelled at her. He sidestepped toward the Geeks, pulling David with him.
“I’m gonna kill you,” Will snapped at Zachary.
“Will, back off!” David shouted. He lowered his voice to talk to Zachary. “Hey, man, this is the wrong move. You aren’t a fighter.”
“Shudup, David. You don’t know what I am.” David stomped Zachary’s foot. Zachary cried out in pain.
David pushed the knife away and elbowed Zachary in the face.
David twisted Zachary’s hand behind his back and pried the knife out. It was hardly a fair fight. Zachary was instantly overwhelmed by David’s strength. David pressed the knife to Zachary’s neck.
The Geeks charged David but stopped a dozen feet short.
The Loners piled in around him, weapons out.
“Come on,” Belinda said, pulling Lucy in with the Loners.
“We’re getting out of here.” Belinda stopped cold. She narrowed her eyes at one of the Geek girls with curly locks dyed a rich auburn.
“That’s my hair!” Belinda said.
The Geeks were shouting at the Loners, and the Loners were shouting back. David raised his voice above all the noise.
“Move out of the way. We’re walking out of here!”
He waved for the Geeks to clear a path. They didn’t budge.
“MOVE!” David shouted again. “You want me to kill him?
Huh? I’ll run this piece of metal right through his brain! You want him to be another Brad?”
Some of the Geeks moved, but others stared David down.
“Tell ’em, Zachary,” David said. “You really want to die today?”
“Do what he says,” Zachary finally said, and the Geeks parted.
David pushed Zachary toward the hall the Geeks had come from. Nelson dragged the rolling Skater cage. The Loners flanked the cage, and the Geeks kept a five-foot distance on all sides. Will and the twins brought up the rear. Belinda had one arm looped through Lucy’s. She felt Belinda’s arm slip out. Belinda lunged forward and snatched the Geek girl’s auburn hair right off her head. It was a wig. The girl’s hair was white underneath, and she covered her head and ran off, embarrassed.
