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My brother's jaw clenched, but he held his tongue. He glared at me as he crossed the room and took the phone from Cross.
"Jordan?"
"Here."
I cringed. Jordan didn't need to sound so happy to talk to my brother.
"What's going on at that end?" Channing demanded.
"We're all arrested, but they haven't asked us any questions yet."
"Okay. Listen, I'm sending lawyers. Don't say anything. Got it? Tell Zellman the same. Any other crew involved?"
"Some of Ryerson's."
Channing looked at me. "There was a teacher involved?"
I swallowed over a lump and nodded.
Cross leaned forward, hiding our hands, but also to speak for me. "The principal and a teacher, Mr. Jenston."
Channing sucked in a breath, his hand rubbing slowly over his face. "Are you fucking serious? The principal?"
"They're asking about Bren now." Jordan's voice came from the phone. We could hear conversation and alarms sounding in the background.
"Fucking hell, Bren." Channing looked scared for the first time I'd ever seen. "What'd you do?"
I refused to hang my head. "I stabbed him."
Channing cursed under his breath, walking away for a moment. He stopped, facing the kitchen, his shoulders rigid.
"Twice," I added.
Cross glanced at me.
"I think I got his leg and then his chest."
"His chest?" Channing turned back, his eyes bleak. His hand still covered his chin, and he closed his eyes. "Fucking hell, Bren. You messed up this time. Big time."
Jordan spoke up from the phone again. "He's arrested, though."
"What?" Channing's eyes opened. "What'd you say?"
"I was telling Bren and Cross before. He's at the hospital, but he had cuffs on. He's in police custody. As he should be."
"Why do you say that?"
"He manhandled me," Jordan explained. "He shoved me into a locker, and he called Bren a slut. I mean, those can't be good things. Especially with him being the authority and all. You know what I mean?"
The bleakness in my brother's eyes lessened, and a touch of relief shone like the sun breaking through the clouds.
"Jordan, you might've just saved all you guys, and my sister. Thank you."
"I did? I mean, hell yeah!" Jordan paused a second. "How'd I do that?"
"Just don't say anything if they pull you into a room. Don't believe anything they say. Cops lie. You need to remember that, and I'm calling the lawyers right now. Hold firm and tell the others."
My chest felt so tight. My throat burned, and my stomach tossed, but I sat forward and looked right at my brother. I was a Monroe. We didn't hide. We fought.
