The Imperfect Whistles of the Wind

four

"So, we have a little problem." Shiloh said while pacing throughout the room and running her hands through her braids.

It was Monday afternoon and after a day chockfull of staring and speaking in hushed tones, Aven found herself in yet another SWIM meeting.

"As you know, we don't have enough members to be recognized as an official club. I've managed to keep SWIM around by arguing that it's in the best interest of the mental health of the students of Edmund Vivaldi, but..." She pulled out a letter addressed from the principal's office. "It doesn't seem like that's gonna cut it anymore."

"You wanna read that out?" Terri calls out. "Some of us don't read." She says, glancing at Abel.

Shiloh sighs and puts on her reading glasses. "It has come to our attention that the SWIM club has not met the requirement of ten members to grant them recognition as an official school sanctioned club. Members have until January 20th to meet the aforementioned requirements. If these requirements are not met, at this date, their designated meeting room will be apprehended, and all funding will be cut."

Thomas chuckled. "Well it was nice knowing you guys."

Everyone looked at him in disbelief but he simply shrugged.

"You guys are all thinking it too. There's no one in their right mind that would willingly spend time in this shithole.

"I'd hope not, this isn't exactly a club for people in their right minds." Aven remarked.

Thomas scowled. "Lose the lip, Scott." He snapped in his unusually shrill voice. "You no longer have dumb and dumber at your beck and call. From here on out, I'd play it safe if I were you."

"I swear to God, I'll strangle you with your own knockoff scarf, you ignorant twat."

He smirked and tossed his scarf over his shoulder. "I know you've been away from the lavish lifestyle for quite sometime, so I can see why you can't recognize a Burberry original when you see one."

Terri rubbed her hands together and smiled maliciously. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" She began chanting.

David reached over Aven and roughly tugged on Thomas' sweater. "Calm down." He said coolly. Aven swore she saw Thomas' cheeks flush with the slightest shade of pink, before he shifted in his seat, turning so that his back faced both Aven and David. Although he was turned away, Aven heard him mumble, "Slut" clear as day.

Shiloh stood abruptly as David tried calming Aven down. "As entertaining as this is, would you mind putting your personal crap aside so I can start the meeting?" She paused, with a smirk playing in corner of her mouth. "You better watch it Thomas. Aven could take your scrawny ass in a fight any day."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He muttered.

Shiloh smiled even wider. "Let's get started shall we?"

✖

"So Thomas, what happened after your aunt found out?"

"Well, she was obviously pissed. It's hard to find two new groomsmen five minutes before a wedding."

Shiloh wrote something down in her notebook. "And these men, you hit on both of them, right?"

Thomas crossed his arms. "Well yeah. How was I supposed to know they were actually gay?"

"And when you found, out you proceeded to go around the reception bragging about bagging two guys in a single hour, causing Harry and Russell to believe that the other cheated on him, which resulted in the end of their engagement, your aunt's nervous breakdown, and the destruction of her wedding."