Jesse's orbs twinkle with childlike delight, the unfurling events he is witnessing brings joy to him. "Now would be a good time for you hypocrites," she lingers on Abe who tightly crosses burly arms on his protruding chest, "to piss off and find you're ring leader."
They make for the stairs but are blocked by Gen treating her open palm on their sternum as an infectious disease.
"When you do find Peat, tell him he's got some unsettled business with a colleague of mine. If you don't know what the word colleague means, then just say 'accessories'." She air quotes patronisingly, her manner identical to that of a mother talking to their tantrum throwing children.
Two sturdy pats on Abe and Decklan's breastbone, Gen sidles past the miniature gap amid their broad shoulders returning to a hooded figure seated low on a stationed bench seat.
A moment passes where Peat's followers are abashed with disorientation, struggling to grasp the unfolding events that occurred.
Jesse recovers his voice aside from a minor hiccup announcing, "How does it feel to be shutdown by someone three feet shorter than you?" Kit recognises his remark was not smart, worse than stabbing a recently tame lion while in it's enclosure.
They rotate their attention toward the lockers, frustration inflames their toxic glower while Abe fights to anchor a fighting Decklan.
"Why don't you go suck Mr Worthing's dick, faggot." His resistance stops a disturbing smirk twitching in victory. This stung Jesse deeply on a spiritual level, tears glimmer in his cornea threatening to spill.
Kit's blood boils but as he makes for the thugs he is beaten by the black hooded character who angles her heel diagonally prior to the first stair, her shin to toe forming a check which successfully knicks Decklan's sneakers and Abe's ankle.
Together in a chaotic heap they descend the staircase thumping along every notch on the way down until colliding with the aqua blue wall on the first landing, capturing the focus of many students in the general vicinity.
A discord of agonizing grimaces are amplified upward drowned out by the contagious laughter of students beaming at the uncommon sight.
Their pretzel shape state could rival contortionists if they weren't unconscious. "Next time watch your step, asshole." Billie Wight removes her hood, releasing a held in cloud of smoke in a ring shape.
Kit could not believe the spectacle or his ears. Did she do this for him? No, that doesn't make sense, she did it for Jesse.
Yeah, that made more sense because Billie Wight loathes him... doesn't she? Maybe the girl is more than just a friend.
The midnight figure has dehooded herself, height boosted by the bench beneath her feet pressing the railing to her lower abs.
The surrounding crowd applauses as she slides down the rails gracefully, her feet landing on Abe's back and Decklan's head side wringing an uncomfortable groan from their limp bodies.
She files through their pocket contents salvaging two peeling leather wallets and damaged smartphones, "Who wants a new phone?" The remaining peers hoot and whoop as an answer, waving their outstretched arms scrambling the air for two cells that soar above them.
"Got one, a Nokia Lumia, this thing has like, forty megapixels!" An ecstatic female pockets the device shortly thereafter greeting a teacher, her gleeful approach free of guilt.
"Holy crap, it's the Samsung Galaxy Edge, the latest model. These things cost like seven hundred bucks." The approving male who crammed himself into the stir crazy pod high fives his friend, stalking toward the Advanced classrooms discussing a topic with immense passion.
Kit pinches himself leaving nail length imprints on the reddening exposed skin. Not only had Billie humiliated the most notorious bullies in school but she stripped them of their expensive prized possessions all the while grinning wickedly, bowing to noise carrying applause.
Reverting backwards so her converse heels digs into Abe's wrinkled neck she tosses the wallets skyward, no one dares intervene with their course as they arch just below the ceiling then land deep inside the overflowing garbage bin cornered where the stair barrister meets the wall.
"Exactly where they belong." Billie declares rewarded again by another round of applause and ear splitting wolf whistles, catching Kit offside of the audience she winks at him. His cheeks heat up to degrees he never knew his body could handle.
"Ok, don't get me wrong, I know we're best friends and all but that display owns a special place in my heart. She is officially the coolest badass that ever walked these halls." Jesse makes no effort to hide his nostalgic grin to which Kit huffs conceding to the infectious atmosphere.
"Not the best first impression but even I gotta admit that was a once in a lifetime show, how many kids that attend here get to say they saw Billie Wight trip two of Peat Huang's gang members down a flight of stairs?" They relive the unforgettable moment on a loop acting out Abe and Decklan's unorthodox movements in slow motion adding exaggerated sound effects and vocalising what they assume their thought process was.
Two periods later they reunite for Jesse's second Pop Culture Club session but Kit's first, arriving in time to assist Scarlett in the tedious job of reorganizing the Japanese room for their use.
"Hey Jesse, Kit, how's the nose?" She bites her lip corner expression drawn in concern whilst stacking useless chairs in piles of twelve right up to the decorated walls.
"Yo, was everyone by the level two stairs between periods three and four?" The Redfern twins enter buzzing with excitement, dumping their empty bags carelessly behind the ajar door they dive for a seat, man spreading their legs and resting limp heads on the chair back.
"It was the best display of estrogen fuelled revenge I have ever seen in my life, man, I tell ya. That Billie Wight." Sean stares out of focus smilling at the elusive daydream consuming his senses. Leslie is the same apart from pink cheeks separating the pair.
"Wait what happened?" Scarlett inquires attentively resuming her usual spot central of the circular chair setting, "We'll explain after, or better yet Billie can explain everything." Kit says.
On cue their heads swivel to a dark hued Billie, casually leaning a shoulder on the chipped door frame crossing her arms and clenching her jaw. "We square, Huang?" She huffs irritated.
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Smoke Fight Ride
عاطفيةFor Kit Huang, the ideal senior year would most likely consist of decades worth of study, enrolment applications for any college willing to accept him and a successful graduation to appease his tiger mother. What he got instead... Preyed on by Billi...
