Sweetest Pain || Hawk Moskowitz

141 Lessons in Mean Girl

"As you'll see, West Valley High is a lot bigger than the middle school but don't worry, as soon as you get familiar with the place, you'll know this place as well as the back of your hand," KT said, wearing a shining smile. She was leading a class of middle schoolers through WVHS acting as tour guide. When she heard they needed volunteers, she was more than happy to step up to the plate. Who better to give a tour of the school than a star athlete?

"We have a state of the art science lab and next level gymnasium," she continued, stopping and turning to the younger students to smile at them. "When you're freshmen next year, you'll have access to just about everything. The art department even has pottery wheels and a dark room, which we'll be checking out after I show you the cafeteria."

One girl raised her hand and KT politely gestured to her to ask away. "My mom said that anything that could be used as a weapon was removed from the school after the fight, so what's left in the art rooms?"

KT maintained decorum and kept smiling. "I guess we'll have to see when we get there, won't we? I doubt anything major is gone. Now, follow me and we'll take a quick detour through the cafeteria."

As they walked into the lunch room, KT continued talking and explaining things. She talked up the school lunch because that was what she was supposed to do, which she thought she was doing a pretty nice job at. It was a whole late better than the tour she was given as an incoming freshman; Mr. Palmer's mono-drone of a voice still stuck in her head as he has as much enthusiasm as a moldy loaf of bread.

"There are plenty of options for everyone," she finished, looking over her shoulder to watch the younger teens navigate their way around the tables as they looked around. Aside from the lunch staff and janitor, they were the only people there. Lunch had ended at least an hour ago, so there were none of the older students to worry about. The middle schoolers were free to roam as they liked, so long as they stayed in the group.

A boy raised his hand and KT nodded to him. He smiled at her. "Is there ever a chance you're on the menu? Because you should come with a sign that says Caution: Hot."

She stared at him for a moment, wondering if he thought that was clever. But she just smiled, remained calm, and thanked her lucky stars that Eli wasn't around to hear that one. "No, but even if I was, you'd need to heed the warning Do Not Touch. You are so not my type."

His friends, grouped in a little circle around him, started to laugh along with a few of the other students. Among his friends, KT noticed Sam's little brother Anthony, a wide grin on his face as he slapped the flirty boy on the back and congratulated him on "that one". She didn't entertain their antics any further and turned to leave, calling everyone's attention to her so that they could start making their way to the art hall.

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KT bit her lip as she tried to read the assigned book for her English class, but Eli's lips were a total distraction. A giggle escaped despite her best efforts to hold them in, though it was futile. She'd read the same line ten times over and still forgot what part of the book she was in, too caught up in the way he tickled her neck.

"What do you want?" she asked in a laugh, closing her book. She tried to act like she was upset about it, but her giggles squashed that idea from the beginning.

Eli wound his arms around her waist tighter and tried to pull her back into him even more as if she wasn't already sitting between his legs. He buried his face in her neck and hummed. "You."

"I have to finish this chapter, at least," she said, her finger still holding the page.

"No," he argued playfully and started kissing her neck again. "What's the point of you coming over if I can't spend time with you?"