Fists over Feelings

I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life

"So you might be wondering what the team does after winning a championship." Aisha said, talking into her phone. "The answer. Victory nachos." Everyone at the table cheered. Sitting at the table was Aisha, Demetri, Hawk and Moon. "It was supposed to be a round of drinks but the waitress was not feeling Hawk's fake id."

Hawk leaned across the table towards her, talking in a whispered voice. "Hey don't talk about that. My parents follow you."

"Sorry, Mr and Mrs. Moskowitz. But guess who's ID worked!?" Aisha turned the camera over to Trixie, who held out her drink with a smile. Aisha turned back to the phone. "Anyways, until next time, no mercy bitches." Aisha ended the video and sat down by Demetri who was holding a nacho.

"I have to say it feels good to be at a victory party." He said, right as he was going to put it in his mouth.

Hawk swooped in and stole it. "Yeah except you had nothing to do with the victory." He said as he ate the chip.

"Then I take it as a belated party for the coding competition we won at computer camp. Remember?" Demetri was looking across at his friend. "Demetri and Hawk. Binary brothers." He sang in a robotic voice, making them laugh.

"Hey, cool it with the nerd shit." Hawk whispered to him, Demetri's smile fading from his face.

"Hey where's Miguel? He's wings are getting cold." Moon asked.

Miguel was sitting alone, away from the team. Hawk, Trixie, and Aisha walking over. "There you are." Hawk smiled as he sat on one side, Aisha on the other, and Trixie behind him.

"This is how you celebrate a first place trophy?" Aisha asked with a small laugh.

"She blocked me." Miguel's voice was sad as he stared down at the table. Trixie placed her hand on his shoulder with a frown.

"So what do you do when you get blocked? You counterpunch. Maybe just don't hit her this time." Hawk said with a laugh, Aisha sent him a glare. "What too soon?" Hawk asked innocently. "Look, all I'm saying is don't give up."

Miguel sat up, finally raising his eyes but still not looking at his friends. "It's not use, I blew any chance I had with her." His voice sounded defeated.

"Just give Sam some time, she'll come around." Aisha said in a soft and comforting voice.

"Yeah, don't worry. And, you can always hold a boombox under her window." Trixie joked, making Miguel chuckle slightly. "She'll forgive you, I'm positive about that."

"Or she won't." Hawk had cut in. The three looked over at him. "You're the champ now. Every girl in the valley will want you. You're like Drake. Enjoy it." Hawk said with a chuckle, lightly hitting his arm as he stood up and walked back to the table.

Aisha patted his arm. "I'm not sure I want to be Drake." Miguel murmured.

"Don't worry. You're not." Was Aisha's response, making the boy laugh. Trixie chuckled.

"I'm convinced something's fishy with that guy. In a few years he'll become a pedophile or something." Trixie scoffed, her hands crossed with a slight smile.

Miguel laughed with her, "Drake? He's a popular singer. Not all celebs are weird and creepy." He countered.

"Are you defending Drake?" Trixie asked, "I'll remember that and when he does turn out like a weirdo, I'll tell you I told you so."

Miguel fake-pouted with an eye roll as he sat down next to her. "Hey, I thought Hawk's ID didn't work?" He pointed to her drink.

"Yep! But my brother's did." Trixie grinned as she offered her drink, "Want some?" She asked and Miguel nodded, taking a sip before coughing harshly.