Making Myself Presentable

Settling for as best as I can manage I make myself look somewhat presentable though it's a far cry from covering anything up before I sling my backpack over my shoulder and rush out of the alleyway in the opposite direction, hoofing it down the street and around the corner at a fair enough clip that by the time I reach the group boy-Kim is just starting things up.

More importantly it lends some credence to my unstated cover story. Whatever I spent the last fifteen minutes doing, it was far enough away that I had to run back in a rush which is why I looked so flush and out of breath.

Not a great story, but I just have to hope someone will buy it.

Still I keep my distance from the rest of the group, a fair bit away, as boy-Kim launches into his speech while we travel the last little bit to the final stop on the worlds most boring tour of the worlds most boring town. I listen only for tones, nodding when I ought to and keeping up the appearance of paying attention because I want to, at a glance, look like I'm a good part of the group.

I don't want to look out of place. I don't want to draw any more attention than I should.

Too bad for me, that ship sailed before the break even started.

"You were almost late again," girl-Kim seethes behind me, spitting out the words judgementally.

I go for disarming, shrugging, "Wasn't though."

"Don't get lippy with me, Ross. You don't want to get deeper into my bad books."

Logically I should try to be nice here. Whatever hate on she has for me and however unjustified it might be, the fact still remains that she's the one holding all the cards so poking at her, pushing her buttons, is only going to make things worse for me.

But it has been such a day, such a long fucking day.

Cutting my pace in half doesn't do much, but it does put some more distance between me and the group and that grows by the step as we drift further away. I give it enough time that we won't be noticed when I wheel on her and unleash the full **** of anger and frustration that's been building up in me.

"I don't know what your fucking problem is with me, but you need to stop. I have done nothing to you. Nothing that warrants your fucking hate boner for me, so drop it."

She looks shocked and stammers, about to say something. Too bad for her that I'm not done.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you hear me? You are not the queen of this little fucking castle. I know you have some measure of power here, but you have far less than you think. You have no domain over me, no power over me, because I could turn your whole damn world upside down in a minute."

I think of the first night. I think of the secret that I know about her.

She's in a position of power, yes, but with that comes the potential for ****. That and a whole boatload of rules about what they should and shouldn't do. Far more than we do.

They're supposed to be friendly, but there is a line. And I know for a fact that she crossed it.

Because Blake and I weren't the only ones in that little secret hidden spot. She was there too, along with that boy toy that she dragged up there and had her fun with.

He was definitely a freshman, and that was definitely against the rules.

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