O'Connor's Girl

Presidential Attack

"I would not be surprised if he even has his flings planned." A voice scoffed as Broc walked past.

Broc smirked and made his way to his locker. He knew that he was being talked about. He was past caring.

It was one of the benefits of having a mogul dad. People talked but they never did anything. They couldn't.

Not that the comment was untrue...he gave every girl twelve weeks to make her indelible mark on him. He was in his sophomore year and he'd dated or been associated with every society eligible girl and a few surprises.

He walked down the pristine hallway of his high school. The cut of his uniform was perfect to enhance his well-toned body from shoulders down. He felt an extra number of eyes watching him. A hush fell throughout as he got to his locker and saw the telltale presidential seal on his locker.

A few freshmen had been hazed just the past fortnight. One thing they all had in common was the sighting of the presidential seal on their lockers. Rumour had it that seniors dressed in presidential masks had brutally initiated the fresh meat. Hazing was an expellable offense.

It was nearly the end of the year and the atmosphere had relaxed noticeably. Spring was turning into Summer. Girls in the summer uniform were testament to that.

Broc opened his locker and a piece of paper floated towards his feet. It looked like it had been torn from someone's notebook. The edges were frayed perfectly with a slight edge. As if someone had used a ruler to tear it out. He caught it before it fell on the floor.

On it was the name of a park on a less developed section of town. The park had just been bought by his father's rival for tearing down as the city had failed to maintain it. Or so rumor had it.

It was not on his way home. It was in the dead land between Forrester and O'Connor land. The houses were run down and shabby. The people in the area were not always friendly. Gangs purportedly thrived in that section of town. He had never seen any gang activity there.

He would know. He had been running patrol duty there for years. His father had allowed him to drop his personal guard the day before yesterday and the newfound freedom was exhilarating.

Except for now. He had a bad feeling about this. His stomach felt almost bloated and he was near nauseous.

He read the note and pocketed it. The crowd milling around his locker was disappointed at his lack of reaction. A few lowered the phones they had in their hands ready to film his meltdown. Several looked at each other wondering why this was different.

There had been a rumor around school that hazing was back and that a select few were being chosen. That didn't worry him. In fact, Broc had been looking forward to a fight for a few days now.

It was the last period of the day but he just didn't feel right. He spiked his body temperature and went to the nurse's station. He got a pass to go home.

He passed by the gym and changed into sweats and a tee shirt. He texted his driver to come pick him up and he headed to the pick up point. Minutes later a sleek red coupé pulled up before him.

He gave the driver directions and lay back in a light sleep. When they arrived at the park Broc left his phone, watch, class ring and wallet in the car. He grabbed a disposal cell phone from the dash and called his driver.

"Don't come back until I call you from this number." His voice had as much edge as a16 year old could have.

His driver nodded and the sleek vehicle pulled away from the clearly demarcated demolition site. Broc studied his environment. Below him was the park. The steep, grassy hill was broken into two tiers by a path that wound around the park for joggers and bikers.