“Hey Rocky, wait up!” The yell could be heard clearly over the laughter and conversations filling the hallway of Brookdale High School.
Instead of heeding the call, Ryan ‘Rocky’ Kingston laughed and increased his pace, expertly dodging kids, stacks of books on the floor, open locker doors, and other obstacles in his path. He reached his destination seconds before his pursuer, who announced his arrival with a hard punch to Rocky’s shoulder.
“Thanks a lot, Rock. Way to help your brother out in his time of need.” Christopher ‘Colt’ Kingston grumbled as he opened his locker and exchanged his books for the ones needed for first period.
Rocky snorted, restarting the process to open his own locker, which his brother had interrupted. “I told you that i was going to my locker. Not my fault that you didn’t hear me. And from the looks of things, you sure as hell didn’t need my help.” He shot Colt a sly grin. “Of course, Zoe did have her tongue down your throat at the time, so you were understandably preoccupied. It’s also rude to talk with your mouth full.”
“She ambushed me!” Colt complained. “Since she heard that Nikki and I broke up, I haven’t been able to get her off of my jock! Now I know how Bambi felt.”
“You did have a whole wild eyed, deer in headlights look when she pounced.” Rocky agreed thoughtfully, dodging another hit. “Hey, I told you to stay away from senior girls. Dating Nikki put you on all their radars. We’re only juniors, man. They’re on a whole ‘nother level.”
“Yeah well, I’ve always been an over achiever. It’s why they skipped me a grade.” Colt smirked, unrepentant. His smile widened and turned slightly sharper as he added, “Still, you could’ve run interference for me when you saw her coming earlier. How convenient that you had to find your lucky pencil for AP Calc, and it took just enough time to get up the front steps at the exact same time as Zoe.”
Rocky ducked his head into his locker so his brother couldn’t see his shit-eating grin, even though they both could hear it in his voice. “Finals are coming up! What the heck were were thinking, taking Mr. Eagle for AP Calc? That guy is vicious. I need all the help I can get.”
“You’re a business major, you jackass.” Colt snorted, rolling his eyes and glancing down the hallway behind his brother before casually picking up his bag. “You know Rock, what goes around comes around.”
“Okay, Justin Timberlake.” Rocky scoffed, shutting his locker.
Colt watched him, hiding his grin. “Dude. After all this talk about AP Calc, you do realize that you have it with me, same as always, right?”
“Yeah. Lucky pencil, remember?” Rocky twirled it between his fingers.
“That luck and those books you just shoved in your bag ain’t gonna do you no good in Mrs. E’s first period AP English, which we have right now.”
Colt wasn’t finished though. “I told you – what goes around, comes around. And oh look! Here comes that bitch karma now.”
Rocky’s head jerked around, and his eyes widened at the sight of his ex girlfriend and her new boyfriend heading his way. “Shut up, Colt!” he snapped, even though his brother hadn’t said anything else.