Breaking Point

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    "He's so hot," Anna said wistfully, sneaking a look over at Paul Foley, notorious player, who happened to be stroking the hair of Elizabeth Tourneau, a popular girl with an overly-preppy personality and no brain to speak of.

    "I know," Kyle said in a similar tone, glancing over nervously. "But he's such a player. You don't want that. Go for someone with feelings."

    "Please," Said Rainey, leaning back on one foot and raising an eyebrow. "You're the only guy in this school worth anybody's time, and clearly you're not interested in any of the girls here."

    "Aw, shucks!" Kyle said a little over-dramatically. "You made me blush."

      "Yeah," said Rainey. "I love my little Skittle." She grabbed Kyle and nearly suffocated him in her arms. Poor undersized Kyle struggled to fight his way free. Rainey was just average size, but tiny Kyle was no match. Anna, who was just as small, didn't dare try to step in to break it up physically.

    "Chill, Rain," Anna said. "You're gonna kill him."

    "I can take care of myself!" Kyle piped up from somewhere in the struggle, sounding very much like a little kid.

    "You guys are so weird." Anna said, looking around nervously. "People are staring."

    "No, they aren't," Said Rainey, letting go of Kyle and backing away with a huge grin on her face. "You're just imagining it." She reached over to fix Kyle's messy hair, having gone from a crazy, reckless older sister to a caring mother in seconds. That was Rainey in a nutshell, as bi-polar as they come.

    "You know I love you, Ky," Rainey said kindly, watching him as he shook his head like a dog a few times and smoothed his hair over his forehead. He had the kind of hair that was always in his eyes, almost emo except that it was too short and curled at the bottom. It was the same color as Anna's, light brown. Some people thought they were twins.

    "Sometimes I wonder," He said, but he couldn't help grinning a little. Nothing could bother Kyle, except people bothering him about his sexuality.

    The game was almost over, having gone later than expected when one of the linebackers for the away team broke his leg and two ribs. Already it was past eleven, and it felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute.

    "You wanna just go?" Rainey asked after several more minutes of pretty much nothing. The two teams kept going back and forth, but didn't really move from the middle of the field. Their team, the home team, was crushing the away team. It could've been mercy rule.

    "It doesn't matter to me," said Anna. "Looks like we're gunna win anyway."

    "Yeah," Kyle agreed. "I'm freezing."

    "Me too," said Anna.

    "Alright then." Rainey said, closing the deal. They turned and walked towards the parking lot.

    Kyle sat in the passenger seat, since he usually got carsick otherwise. Anna sat with her head against the frosty window in the back, waiting for the heat to kick in. Rainey was driving. It was her prized possession, her blue 2003 Chevrolet with leather seats that made your legs stick in the summer. Usually she put on the radio, but they were all tired.

    "When we get to your house, will your mom make her hot chocolate again?" Kyle asked, excitement peeking through the grogginess of his voice. Anna smiled at the thought of the delicious warm cocoa. Rainey's mom could make anything. She could probably figure how to make caviar from scratch without cracking open a cookbook if you asked her, and she'd do a damn fine job, too.