Fall in May

~24~ El Luncho Post Frosto

"Men should think twice before making widowhood women's only path to power." ~ Gloria Steinem

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After I narrowly make my escape from the clutches of Medieval English, I walk into yet another less than awesome gym class with Captain Midnight. Chad is his usual idiotic awesomeness, takes a page from his big book on Building Men Out Of Boys, and orders an importune game of "Dodge My Balls" in the gym. Based on the maniacal gleam in his eye, I am thinking that Chad is super psyched up about this idea. I have my usual freshmeat swim team Satan gang hanging around me now, thinking I will protect them from Chad's balls games.   

Five minutes into this juvenile stupidity program, I am already totally uncool with this crap. Abrams gets a bloody nose after he is beaned in the face several times, the last strike by the psychotically laughing Cap't himself. Turns out that Brother Lee's, for all his decided lack swimming acumen, actually has a damn decent throwing arm. So Brother Lee's pretty much ends up as the last man standing after every round. After the first ball game, Sporka pulls a Gandhi, sitting down in peaceful protest right the middle of our side of the court, and just waits to get tagged out. So I decide to join Sporka in the non-violent protest against Chad's ball games. Just because I know it will piss him off even more than before.  

The upside of our peaceful protesting is that I don't really need to take a shower after gym class. So I am right on time for lunch on Devil-May-Care Island. I roll out early to our usual spot by the battle banner to find a real rarity. May is actually waiting for me with April, who looks inordinately pleased with herself. Just one glance at May's sinister sister, and I can tell that April is in full in fearleader mode today. All decked out in her lovely loathing, and just can't wait to "Bring it on!".   

"And he's here ...again." April drones boredly in her cheery worst. "And contrary to the popular opinion to the contrary, apparently still stupidly alive and kicking bricks."  

I can only assume by all the faux-cheery coming off April, it's been another banner day in Hell for her coven of cheer. Or that she must be sorely disappointed that I won't be needing that new wheelchair, in order to come to school for the next couple of months.

"Hey, Dare." May grins grimly. 

"Zup, Maybe." I drop into my spot on the benches across from the Grimm sisters.

"So little lunch buddy, what's new with you, dude? Anything interesting happening in your life recently?" Someone's Sister slices sinister smiles at me. "Say cause I heard a rumor ya made some new bestie buddies down at Da Frost yesterday, huh?"

"Yeah, you could say whatever." I shrug her off as irrelevant again. "Had a meet-n-greet with Butchy and the boys at the Frosty spot. Then some kid named Slater got his ass handed to him sideways for starting some static he couldn't finish. So that was another interesting lesson in the local lingo."

"Look at you making some loving memories and with the Butcher to boot?" April smirks snidely. "Man'o'man do you not know how to make new enemies."

"Naw not enemies ...we're more like best frenemies for life." I smile slices right back into her. 

Right on cue as if I had planned it this way, my new best buddy Butcher strolls by, with half a dozen of his boys in tow. The Butcher smirks and slows his roll to a sudden stop. 

"Heya, Apes." Butchy nods down his massive blonde brick head, probably trying to see down her low cut V cheer top. "So see ya alter over there on our side of the shelter, ya?"

"Heya, Butchy. So I'll see ya when I see ya." Of course, April smiles dulcet up at The Butcher. Because after all, he did come out for my blood. So this obviously pleases her immensely on some small level. But much to her vapid surprise it turns out that this monster has come in peace after all, and to fulfill his end of the deal with the devil.