Corren's Fight

Chapter Eight - Hangover

Shout out to briannaaforever for the picture she sent me to the side there! (: Kinda reminds me of how I picture Tyson!

The next day had gone by painful and uneventful. Mostly painful because I had a mild hangover. I was on a mission though. I was silent today, listening in on other guy's conversations whenever possible. I wanted to find out who spiked Emily's drink last night. When I found them I'd make them pay for ever coming near her.

I was opening my locker in the halls during passing period when someone walked up to me. I saw it was Jason, the jock at Miles' table, and Harper, his girlfriend.

"Miles told us what you did for Emily." Jason said.

I unlocked my locker. "It was nothing."

"No, man. Don't try to downplay it. Emily's had a hard life. There are plenty of guys here dying to do what happened at the bonfire for laughs. You saved her."

I pulled out the textbook I needed then slammed my locker shut. "I'm not a hero."

"No," Harper huffed. "It takes a lot more than that to be a hero, but you did save blondie's ass... What we're trying to say is, thank you."

"You're welcome. Can we drop this now?"

Jason nodded. "Sure thing."

Harper was biting the inside of her mouth. Begrudgingly she asked,"How is she by the way?"

"I don't know. I told Megan to keep her home today."

Harper looked at Jason. "Megan must be with her then."

"Now if you'll excuse me," I stepped around them and went  to class.

To my surprise Miles was already sitting in his seat. In the couple classes we shared Miles was always the last one in before the bell rang. Something was off about him as I sat down. For one thing, he could never shut up but today he was dead silent, fidgeting with his hands on his desk and eyes flashing in a new place every minute or so. He had the look of a skittish horse.

I finally acknowledged him after he began glancing behind him. "What's your deal?"

Miles visibly swallowed. "I have panic attacks, Mate. Right now have this bloody anxiety! It feels like I'm being watched."

"We sit in the back row."

"No matter," Miles replied, his leg began shaking. "It still feels like it."

"Ignore it."

"Bloody Hell! Don't you think I'm trying?" He snapped.

I waited for him to stop trembling.

Miles sighed. "My apologies, Mate. Let me rest a bit and I'll be fine." He laid his head down on his desk.

I let him be.

Passing to the next class I noticed Tyson speaking to three guys. Tyson saw me and said something to his group. They parted ways and Tyson walked over.

Tyson kept his voice low once he was standing next to me. "Meet me behind the bleachers during lunch. It's urgent."

I nodded. "Got it."

Tyson nodded back and slapped my shoulder as he walked away.

I briefly made my way to the bleachers once my class had ended. Tyson was the only person there under the shade of the metal structures. I figured this was a personal meeting. What did he want?

"Glad you made it, Man." He greeted.

"Anytime. What's up?"

Tyson started glancing around us in a paranoid matter. "It's Thomas, he got busted last night at this trailer park. We lost a good amount of our products and we need to make up for it. Tell me you did good at bonfire?"