â€œHey, wait to get into your boyfriendâ€™s pants until weâ€™ve stopped.â€ He was mean to his friends; he called it fuckinâ€™ around. â€œLittle east coast hookerâ€¦â€ Duncan was in the middle because he didnâ€™t want Akki right next to his little sister, not even if â€“ or maybe because â€“ they were friends. And because Akki was easy. He was the baby. The target. â€œChicken,â€ he taunted the youngest, and arm around his shoulders, grinding the knuckles of his other fist against his jaw. â€œBetcha wonâ€™t even jump.â€<br/><br/>Duncan started to go a little far when he squeezed Akkiâ€™s throat. But he always let go before they could claim anything but that he was playing. â€œSuch a coward. Youâ€™re not a real man. Probably wonâ€™t even go up to the edge.â€ Annoying little taps on Akkiâ€™s temple with his knuckles was his next move. â€œIâ€™ll push you,â€ he laughed, seeming still utterly serious.  â€œThink heâ€™ll scream the most like a girl,â€ Duncan did finally let go of Akki completely, smiling his long perfect â€˜Iâ€™m innocentâ€™ grin. â€œDonâ€™t you Ela?â€