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Flies of the Lord

Dimitri's POV

"So that's my story," I conclude, shoving an innocent bystander out of the way, muttering a quick sorry.

"You mean to tell me, that she took care of you and you were still an asshat to her?" It isn't really a question; Ollie knows my reputation and my attitude.

"That's exactly what he's saying," Rey answers for me, smacking the ass of Heather Myers, a girl in my AP history class as she struts pass. Heather turns, walking backwards and sticks up her middle finger at him. Rey smirks, blowing her a kiss.

Ollie sighs, pushing his fair hair behind his ear. "Sometimes, I wonder why I'm friends with you guys." 

"'Cause ya love us," Rey teases. 

"But, seriously, you jackasses need to treat the girls in this school with a hell of a lot more respect then you do."

"Says the guy who slept with the head cheerleader, the female soccer leader, the chess queen and a whole lot of others that I can't list on two hands," I fire back at him.

"I managed to keep those relationships longer then you guys can keep a fling though," Ollie replies, not offended in the least.

"That's nothing to be proud of," Andrew laughs at something the girl from the party last night.  Apparently; I honestly don't remember shit from last night's party or I can recall certain parts but they are fuzzy around the edges. 

"Boys, shouldn't you be in class?"  Mrs. Love approaches us. She is the only teacher in this whole school that has enough guts to walk up to us and actually order us around. As a result of that, I admire and respect her in a way I don't with my other teachers. They are a hassle and need to be fired.

"We were heading to lunch Mrs. Love," Rey automatically switches his attitude to be the sweet innocent kid, which he is not. "Do you care to join us?"

Mrs. Love gives us a half smile with the knowledge that we're lying. "Sorry boys, but I must be on my way. Try to not do anything stupid," she turns on her heel with those parting words and heads back to her class

"I promise nothing!" Andrew hollers at her back. Without turning around, she sends us a wave over her shoulder before disappearing into the room to do whatever boring shit teachers do during their breaks. 

"She digs me," Rey says eventually and Ollie rolls his eyes in response mumbling, 'exactly my point' under his breath.

"Aw, do we have to go to the cafeteria? The crap they dish out there is revolting," Ollie complains and I nudge his shoulder. 

"Your mom's cooking is worse," I recall and we all cringe. 

Fiona O'Brien is many things. A great mother, an awesome waitress and good at everything feminine except for cooking. 

The boys and I have even made a rule that states, if one of us eats a bit of her food, then the rest of us gotta go down with him. Or pay entirely for his funeral.

Ollie shudders at the thought.  "I'm surprised how we survive without home cooked meals."

"You get home cooked meals," Andrew responds, grinning. "From the Chinese place of course."

"Jackass," Ollie mumbles, more to me then to Andrew. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a head full of brown and I instantly turn with my fists raised.