They stared after her.
“Ive taken out a lot of opponents, but never quite as ruthlessly as that.” Colt remarked. “I think I’m in love.”
Rocky resisted the urge to slam his head – or his brother’s head – against the lockers, and instead groaned loudly, picking up his bag. “I will never understand girls. Is it summer yet?”
“Nope. Still the first day back. First period, actually.” Colt answered cheerfully. “But hey! I haven’t gotten into a fight yet!”
They jogged up the two flights of stairs to AP English, where their teacher was waiting.
“Boys! How nice of you to finally join us.” She said pointedly. “Please take your seats and pass your homework up. You’re just in time for a pop quiz.”
Rocky dug into his bag, sighing in relief as he finally relinquished responsibility of the homework that had gotten him into this whole mess. Behind him, Colt flipped through his English book, his eyes wide, and flipped through it again before turning his bag upside down.
“Erm, Mrs. E? Can I have a pass to go to my locker? I forgot my homework…”
The sound of Rocky’s laughter followed him all the way back down stairs.