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CHAPTER TWO The Ginger Archer ╚════∘◦☆◦∘════╝
LATER THAT DAY when school was out of session, Luna heads out the doors of the High School and makes her way through the school's parking lot. She looks both ways as she walks down the tar pavement, avoiding and waiting for cars to pass as she makes her way towards her step-brother's Camaro.
When she gets to the strikingly blue vehicle she sees Billy leant back on the hood, with a cigarette between his fingers as he exhaled clouds of the nicotine smoke. "Where's Max?" He asked, inhaling deep as he took another hit of the cancer stick.
"I don't know, Billy." Luna shrugs, glancing towards the Middle School building. "Probably just at her locker or something."
"She's late again." Billy stated in annoyance, "She knows what happens when she's late."
Her emerald eyes rolled skyward, "School literally just ended, just chill out and give her a minute, okay?"
Billy glanced downward, chuckling darkly as he inhales deeply. "I think you'd better watch your tone with me right now, Luna."
Luna snorts, shaking her head as she looks up at him. "I cannot fathom just what the fuck you're talking about. What tone, Billy?"
Billy's tongue darts out to wet his lips, he walks up to her as a sneer grows on his features. "You see, it's that tone." He said sharply, pointing his stick of burning ash at her. "That smartass tone that you always use when you talk to me."
"Oh." Luna laughs sarcastically, "You mean this tone?" She tilts her head, smiling at him mockingly as his face twists with anger. "The tone I use when you're being an atrocious asshole to me and Max?"
Billy steps closer, her nose wrinkles from the stench of his nicotine breath blowing in her face. His gaze hardens as his jaw clenched tight, "You better watch yourself, Luna."
Luna grins wickedly, reveling in his fury as his face flushed red. "Or what, Billy? You gonna hit me?"
There's a dangerous glint in his eyes, his fist clenched at his side. "Listen, you little bi—"
"Hey!" Max interrupts, yanking the two out of their increasingly heated conversation. Luna whips her head to her sister, the young ginger's brows are furrowed as she warily eyes Billy's curled up fist and furious look. "What the hell is going on?"
