I would ask what it is you think you're doing, but... you are a teenager. I should have known better than to leave you in the car unattended. Next time, I'll seal you in there...probably with bricks. Maybe even mortar." <br /><br />Nick ignored his dry tone. "Just so long as you make sure nothing can get inside to kill me, I'm good with that." <br /><br />Ash frowned. "What are you talking about?" <br /><br />"The kid dead on the ground. Fourteen, Ash. Fourteen. I'm fourteen." <br /><br />"Yeah..."<br /><br />"Ash, I'm fourteen"<br /><br />"Got it. You're fourteen. I'm so proud you can count that high. It's a testament to the modern American educational system. But I should probably point out that you're no the only one. I'm told you go to a school with a whole class of -get this- kids who are fourteen." <br /><br />Nick rolled his eyes at the sarcasm. No wonder his mom wanted to hurt him for it. He finally understood. "Yeah, but they're not dead. Someone's killing fourteen-year-old boys, which I happen to be one. The cops said so. This is the second one in a day who's been murdered." <br /><br />"Yeah well given the lippiness of the average teenager, I can understand the urge" <br /><br />"You're not funny."<br /><br />"And you need to calm down. The only person you need to fear killing you when I'm around is me.