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Blown
Going Down
“Your brother’s kind of a psycho.”
He was. Rachel’s brother was currently kicking in some kid’s ribs and making him bleed all over the parking lot’s asphalt for, really, no good reason. This wasn’t unusual for Jake, though being beaten to a pulp was probably pretty new to the kid, and it was making us late to first period.
“Jake, come on,” Rache was whining in that lazy, impractical way she often did. Her brother’s eyes were coke-blown and so far gone. If someone didn’t break this up soon, he’d be in real trouble. A crowd was building, and that meant school faculty might show. Still, Leah and I stood leaned against his truck, impatiently waiting for him to finish up.
Something brushed my leg. I looked down to see a ragged backpack fall at my feet, when I looked up again, warm lips quickly pressed against my temple, and then I was staring at Quil’s back as he darted towards Jake, Embry hot on his heels. Not long after, Jake’s wicked smile was walking towards us, a little worse for wear, but mostly fine.
Fight over.
He was. Rachel’s brother was currently kicking in some kid’s ribs and making him bleed all over the parking lot’s asphalt for, really, no good reason. This wasn’t unusual for Jake, though being beaten to a pulp was probably pretty new to the kid, and it was making us late to first period.
“Jake, come on,” Rache was whining in that lazy, impractical way she often did. Her brother’s eyes were coke-blown and so far gone. If someone didn’t break this up soon, he’d be in real trouble. A crowd was building, and that meant school faculty might show. Still, Leah and I stood leaned against his truck, impatiently waiting for him to finish up.
Something brushed my leg. I looked down to see a ragged backpack fall at my feet, when I looked up again, warm lips quickly pressed against my temple, and then I was staring at Quil’s back as he darted towards Jake, Embry hot on his heels. Not long after, Jake’s wicked smile was walking towards us, a little worse for wear, but mostly fine.
Fight over.