Wild Boys 1.0

Chapter Nine - Wild Boys' Dirty Mind

The silence was so deafening as they all stared at her with bulging eye sockets. Some had began to get over the shock and had covered their most private part.

She stood in front of her target and looked up at him. With a calm voice, Iris declared her challenge just as Locke had told her to, "Come at me, Mark."

His face became red all over, even his ears and down to his neck. Blood gushed out of Giraffe's nose. He swayed side to side, mumbling something incoherent, before finally losing the fight and he went down the floor with a thud. He looked drunk. Iris craned her ears to hear what he was still trying to say, "N-N-Not now in s-s-school..."

How was he so easily defeated by words? Iris wondered how that was.

"And she takes the 19th spot," A voice announced out of the growing noise as the students began to fuss over Mark and Iris looked to find a familiar face among the naked boys.

"Oh, Cas," She said. He was wearing a towel on his waist and held a different book this time titled, How To French Kiss Like A Pro. So he's a year below her. At least he seemed to be attending his classes. Some of it, anyway.

He smiled, "You're merciless, 34B."

The locker behind her opened and Locke stepped out clutching his stomach, "That was gold. You totally got him, cupcake!"

"Fox?" Cas looked at the redhead that appeared and put two and two together, "Geez, no wonder she's here."

"Oh, Cassius!" Locke waved a hand. "I had no idea you also had this class."

"Sure you don't."

Locke put an arm around Iris, "She's something, ain't she?"

Cas rolled his eyes and smirked with amusement when she twisted out of the redhead's arm. "Putting her under your bad influence is sure to rouse some attention."

The door to the room abruptly swung open with a bang, "Fox! Where the hell--"

Cas smiled knowingly, "Like now."

Caleb stood in the doorway along with Steven. Both were instantly speechless for the second time of the day as they saw Iris in the middle of naked boys, looking so out of place and yet that didn't seem to affect her one bit. They then saw someone lying on the floor with a bloodied nose and realized it was Giraffe.

"She beat him," Steven stated.

"Hey, you! We're getting out of here!" Caleb recovered and pulled Iris out of the room. "If you even try to follow us, Fox, you're gonna fuckin' get it!"

"Aw, you have no taste for fun, man!" Locke protested behind.

"But my friend--" Iris began to say.

"The Fox is no friend! He just fuckin' used you," The teen growled as he continued to grip her hand, pulling her out of the gym.

Iris watched Caleb from behind, "Used me?"

Beside her, Steven was casually walking with his arms behind his head, "That's a little too strong, but yeah."

"Why would he do that?" She asked, more to herself.

Once they were a little off ways from the gym, Caleb seemed to remember he was still holding her hand. He let go as if she was on fire and crossed his arms, "Tsk, what are you, a newborn baby?"

She cocked her head to the side, "But he called me a friend. And he helped me find Giraffe, and I just took his spot. Locke's helping me reach my goal. It's more like I'm the one using him."