Jett

3 (Part 1)

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"So I heard that you got 1 punch KO'd by Jett," Mark greeted as Kayden sat down at their usual lunch table. His lips were twitching slightly, as if he wanted to start laughing at Kayden's, mostly icepack covered, red nose.

The cafeteria was buzzing with chatter, students could be heard laughing between bites of food and yelling to each other across tables. Mark had a red tray containing a burger and some fries sitting untouched in front of him as he waited for Kayden's reaction.

"Jett, huh?" He tested the word on his lips and pictured the dark haired girl, staring down at him with her head cocked to the side, piercing black eyes seeming to be digging into every crevice of his mind. "That sounds about right..." he muttered,the name itself sounded like it could kick someone's ass

"I'm kind of glad you called dibs before I did," Mark chuckled, hazelnut eyes crinkling at the sides, bringing Kayden's attention back to him. "What did you even do to her?" He questioned, leaning forward in anticipation of his answer.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Kayden replied indignantly, before sighing and resting his elbows on the table so that he could support his head with his left hand while still holding the ice pack with his right.

Mark frowned and leaned back in his seat, using his arms as a headrest, obviously quite unimpressed with the anticlimactic reveal. "So she just punched you in the face, for no reason?" He asked sceptically, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Basically," Kayden just grumbled in response.

"Where were you anyway? I get punched in the face and you just disappear? What kind of a friend are you?" He questioned, changing the subject.

Mark just rolled his eyes, "stop being so dramatic, Miss Krautz asked to see me before you even started talking to Jett."

"Another detention?" Kayden questioned his lips quirking into a half smile. Miss Krautz had had it out for Mark since Freshman year, claiming he was the most disrespectful student she had ever had, and looked for any chance she could get to give him a detention.

Mark just grunted a yes in response before taking a bite of his burger.

The two fell into a comfortable silence as Mark ate and Kayden moped, trying to think of a way to get even with Jett. Sure, she had seemed apologetic over what had happened but he still had to make a point. He had a reputation to maintain.

***

Kayden opened his front door quietly, hoping not to draw too much attention to himself as he slipped inside. He knew his mother would flip out if she saw his face. It was quite unusual for her to still be home when he returned from school but, of course, she started a little later that day. Carefully he shut it behind him, hearing it click quietly as he let out a relieved breath, turned, and started tiptoeing down the hallway.

"Not so fast, Kayden," a stern voice, carrying a very distinct German accent, made him freeze and silently curse whoever it was up there that just couldn't give him a break.

His shoulders sagged in defeat as he muttered "hi mum."

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" She questioned, sounding so genuinely hurt that he couldn't tell whether she was teasing or not.

Quickly he turned around, hands raised in surrender, "no, no, no I love having you around, promise." He reassured, though he kept his head facing down, not looking her in the eye, as he hoped that she wasn't wearing her glasses. "It was just a long day at school," he reasoned lamely with a shrug.

She was quiet for a moment before he heard her soft footsteps padding towards him. When she was close enough he heard her let out a gasp. Her small hands reached up to his face and she lifted it so that she could properly examine the damage. As he waited for her reaction, he noticed that she was wearing her nurse's uniform, which meant that she would be leaving quite soon. "What happened? Who did this to you?" She demanded angrily in German as her blue eyes met his.

"Are you being bullied at school?"

At that question he couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the notion catching him off guard. "No mum, I'm not being bullied," he replied in English, trying to keep a straight face but couldn't hide the entertained smile twitching at his lips.

"Then what's this?" She questioned, gesturing to his nose. He couldn't quite decipher exactly how angry she was seeing as anything said in German sounded quite aggressive. Though, he decided that she was still pretty ticked off.

"There was a little misunderstanding with a new girl at school and she kind of... punched me in the face." The more he said it out loud the more embarrassed he felt about the whole thing. The only thing he was relieved about was the fact that he didn't start crying or anything.

"What's this girl's name? Did the school call her parents?" His mother demanded before changing her mind. "Actually, I'll call her parents," she declared as she marched over to their home telephone, looking quite determined. "Where's the phonebook?"

Kayden just shook his head, quite entertained by her reaction. He slowly made his way over to her and took the home phone out of her grasp. "You really don't have to do that," he said, as he put the phone back in its place and lead his mother to their dining room. "Don't you have to leave for work soon anyway? How about we just have lunch together, we barely do that anymore." He suggested, easily changing the subject.

She sighed but nodded, "alright, but tell me if that girl hits you again," she said sternly.

Kayden let out an airy laugh "I'll make sure to."

"If you been the one to hit her, he parents would probably have been knocking my door down. She shouldn't be allowed to hit you and get away with it either." His mother grumbled in German as she trudged into the kitchen.