The Betrayal at West Point

I was alone. Andy and Brian had gone out to find some off-

rvous energy of new arrivals. For the first

ng binder, and let my real body breathe. The

wash away the grime of the trip and the constant, gnawing fear. I

human

ed when I heard the

he water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it

a deep, arrogant

ling on my brother' s boxers and a t-shirt, my

skin. It was a clumsy, frantic rush. In my haste, my own underwear, a simp

o pitch my voice low. "Yeah, i

d the distinct sound of a heavy bag being dropped, the rustle of clot

uild and an air of entitlement that seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room. It was Caleb Blakely.

sweet time, p

floor. He saw it. The small splash of pi

ed it up, dangling it from h

ned. I coul

ammered, the lie tasting like ash in my

w I was lying. He took a step closer, bac

conspiratorial whisper. "You must be a real pervert,

, grinding it into the dirty tile with the heel of his polished boot

up," he c

as I bent down to retr

dripping with false sincerity. "Yo

e. And h