Killing Kirshner (A Psychological Suspense Thriller) by Mason Black Read Free Book Online

what’s so amusing to you. We could all use a good laugh.”
    “Okay,” Abrams paused. “I was just sitting here thinking I felt like a kindergartener again with you reading to the class,” Abrams said.
    The class was silent; no one could believe Abrams had the guts to talk to a professor like that – even if she was not yet tenured.
    “Get out,” she shouted.
    “My pleasure, I already know how to read,” he said, gathering his books.
    “Get out right now,” she screamed.
    Abrams left the classroom laughing to himself.
    Sean, Jack, Amanda and Will were stunned; it appeared that Will was not the only one losing it.

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    Nobody said anything to Abrams in Property class, which went by rather quickly. Professor Ferguson dismissed class a few minutes early because she had a doctor’s appointment. The study group decided they would meet in Amanda’s room at six and order some pizza and wings.
    Before they could get out of the lecture hall, Todd ran over to them to see what time they were getting together later. “Listen, man, we decided that you’re not a good match for our group,” Sean told him.
    “What do you mean by not a good match? You think you’re better than me. I’m smarter than all five of you put together. You think I need any of you? I was doing you a favor,” Todd began to yell.
    “Fine, then fuck off. We don’t want your ugly ass in our group. So go find somebody that’s worthy to study with,” Abrams shouted back.
    “Who the fuck are you calling ugly? You piece of …”
    Will stepped in between Abrams and Todd and separated them. “Just walk away, man, it’s not worth it,” Will said to Abrams. Abrams backed down and walked out of the room. Amanda chased after him.
    “Assholes,” Todd screamed as he walked away. By this time, the students still in the lecture hall were watching them. Jack sighed as he flung his backpack over his shoulder. “This shit is getting too intense, Will. First you yesterday, then Abrams today – everyone needs to calm the hell down.”
    “I know. I’m okay now. My head’s on straight. I promise.” Will tried to convince Jack.
    “I hope so, because I’m getting tired of our little dysfunctional study group. I’m about to bail, dude.”
    Later that night, they all met in Amanda’s room. She already had ordered the pizza and the hot wings and was mixing together some sweet tea. “Sweet tea? Is that like iced tea?” Will asked.
    “Man, you sure are a Yankee ,” Sean joked.
    “ Yankee? I was born and raised right here in sunny Florida. You can’t get much more south than this,” Will responded.
    “Come on, man, you know this Miami shit ain’t the South. I’m talking the Bible belt – the real south. Not a bunch of New Yorkers who got sick of shoveling snow. Tell him, Amanda.”
    “He’s right, Will, you can’t get out of the south without trying some delicious sweet tea. I remember my mom used to make it every Sunday after church, and my sisters and I would be playing outside in the hot sun and come running in for it. It was the best,” she said.
    “Yeah, my grams used to make the best sweet tea. It was like heaven in a glass.” Sean held up his glass as Amanda poured in her sweet tea.
    “Not bad, my southern sister.” Sean took a deep gulp.
    “Thanks. It’s my ma’s recipe.”
    The pizza and wings came shortly after, and the sweet tea came in handy because Amanda surprised the guys with atomic wings – the spiciest wings at Frankie’s Pizza. They had a contest to see who could last the longest without taking a drink – Amanda won every time. “Amanda likes her wings spicy,” she yelled.
    They decided it was time to start studying for Criminal Law. They passed around each other’s outlines and briefs. “We got that mother this time. We got it down,” Sean yelled.
    “Yeah, I feel good about this material,” Will said.
    “You better, we all know he’ll be calling on you first,” Jack mumbled.
    “If he messes with