The idiocy of perfection

Chapter Seven: Game Day

Everyone was pissed off on Tuesday morning. Apparently some of the, in Simon's words, 'idiot wall of meat' players on the Lexington team had decided to avenge Simon's car. In doing this the had egged the windshield off what they thought was Kyle's car. In the ultimate act of the bitch that is karma, it had been Kyle's mother's car.

Mrs. Smith had filed a complaint to the Lexington high principle and the game had been delayed.

Simon had told everyone immediately he wasn't involved in the egging but I have a feeling no one will care that is wasn't him. It was his team, a guy and his team appear to be one in the same.

In HomeEc James made a point of telling Audrey how traitorous she was and she made a point of telling James it was simply karma. I kinda listened as Derek consoled Kyle who apparently had gotten in trouble.

"I have to take care of my brother and all his friends!" he exclaimed, the substitute looked up wearily, Ms. Sage was gone again.

"And your brother is one of them so you better damn well tell him to behave or else." Kyle addressed Derek dangerously.

I always thought only wimps said 'or else' but I was legitimately afraid for the children's well-being.

"When's the game being moved too?" I asked idly, looking up John Greens An abundance of Katherine's.

Kyle smirked, "Looking to see your favorite guy?"

"I regret it every time I start a conversation with you." I sigh, diving back into the book.

"Friday." Derek responds, I nod.

I'm so into the book I don't even notice James coming up behind me until he snatches the book.

"Hey!" I glare. Suddenly I realize that any other page in this book would've been better for James to see, this one talks about respecting the dingleberries. And it uses fugg instead of fuck.

James stares at the page for a moment, he must read it because he turns back a page for context. After reading both pages he stares at me, confused and slightly scared.

I laugh lightly, grabbing the book back, "Wouldn't you like to know?" I smirk.

He stares at me some more, "What the hell did I just read?" he asks as if I didn't just answer that question. After a moment he adds, "It was freaking insane."

I sit up straighter, "You will respect the dingleberries." I announce sternly.

Kyle raises an eyebrow as the bell rings.

"By the way," I add to James, "It's 'fugging'."

He smiles, "We'll have to discuss this later."

I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing or what he's doing or how exactly we're acting towards each other but I can't stop what comes out next, "We have a lot to discuss." I smile slyly.

Goddammit Taylor, what the hell are you thinking? Fugg.

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During lunch I'm walking over to Clara and Josh and Audrey, like I always do. Then Kyle walks up, shaking his head. He puts both hands on my shoulders and steers me towards his table.

I cast an SOS glance at my friends but they just watch curiously.

"There ya go." Kyle announces, sitting down next to me.

My eyes dart across the table. I don't know all these guys but I can name a couple more. Rick is a redhead, John had a buzz cut, Mike is still wearing his jersey.