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leaning against the wall, smiling cockily at us.
    “You had some lessons or something? What’s with the grin?” I
asked, nodding at his confident pose.
    “I might have had someone show me a thing or two,” he
replied, shrugging.
    I narrowed my eyes at that. Ashton was a celebrity in his
own right, with a ton of money; I had a pretty good idea he would have had a
lot of lessons, not just a couple. “Who?”
    He shrugged dismissively and stepped up to take his turn. I
watched as he settled himself on the fake grass, positioning his little red
ball, holding his club properly and adjusting his feet. He had his
concentration face on before he looked up at me and smiled. “Tiger Woods is a
pretty good teacher,” he stated, just before he pulled back his club above his
head, preparing to take a proper swing. My mouth dropped open in shock. Clearly,
he’d forgotten we were playing mini -golf.
    “Ashton, what the-” but I didn’t get a chance to finish my
sentence because he swung his arm down, whacking the ball so hard it made a
resounding crack as the club made contact with it.
    Everyone ducked as George cupped his mouth and cried, “Four!”
    Time stood still as we watched the ball fly out of sight.
    Then all hell broke loose.
    Glass smashed. Lights went on in the apartment. People
shouted. The boys all burst out laughing. And somewhere nearby, a dog started
barking – which of course made Seth scream and run like Jack Sparrow, arms
flailing above his head, towards the exit.
    “Well, that wasn’t meant to happen,” Ashton said, standing
stock still, staring in disbelief towards the obviously-broken window of the owner’s
apartment.
    “No shit, Sherlock!” I laughed, throwing my club down and
running without waiting for him.
    I could barely move for laughing. My legs kind of refused to
work as I ran for the exit. I was watching Seth as he climbed the chain-link
fence in record time. I’d never seen him move so fast. That was a classic fight-or-flight
reaction, and he flew pretty damn quickly!
    I could hear Ashton laughing behind me; pretty much everyone
had already run. I breezed past George and my dad who were half-running, half-limping
towards the exit, both of them clutching their asses and laughing painfully.
    By the time I made it to the fence and climbed it, the dog
was in sight. It was gaining on Brad who was bringing up the rear, complaining
he had a stitch as he clutched at his side. The dog was tiny; it had to be some
sort of half-breed, rat-type thing. Guard dog it sure wasn’t.
    I nudged Ashton as he dropped to the floor next to me a
couple of seconds before my dad and George hit the ground and took off for the minibus.
Half of the people were on the minibus already, which was started and ready to
pull away, so we didn’t all get arrested.
    I cupped my hands around my mouth. “Brad, move your ass, the
dog is gaining on you!” I shouted.
    Ashton joined in the fun, too. “Christ, Brad, it’s huge! Run
faster!” he shouted with mock horror.
    Brad’s eyes widened as he started to turn as if he was going
to look over his shoulder at it. “Look where you’re going. If you fall, that thing
is losing its teeth in your ballsack!” I shouted, laughing at the end as Ashton
choked on his laughter.
    Brad was almost crying, clutching at his side as he pushed
himself on towards us. He jumped the last few feet, scaled the fence like
Spider-Man on speed and dropped heavily down to my feet, panting and gasping
for breath as he clutched his side in agony. I could barely breathe as he
turned his head in the direction of the little brown Chihuahua that was barking
its head off and trying to dig its way under the fence so it could lick us to
death.
    “You assholes! It’s not even a fucking dog! Look at that
thing; I’ve seen rats in my apartment bigger than that!” Brad cried, shaking
his head in disbelief as he aimed a kick at my shin. I laughed harder and
managed to jump back in time so the toe of his boot