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 we 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 isn’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.
The other boy held his hands up in defence, now snickering. “Unlike you, brother mine, I am a caring and thoughtful sibling, so I am fully prepared to stay right here and watch this go down, even if it means being late to class.” He said solemnly.
“You’re a sadistic bastard and I hate you.”
“Aww, Rock. You say the sweetest things.”
Rocky swiped at him, which he dodged easily since neither boy was really trying.
“ETA is about a minute.”
“Not helping.” Rocky muttered, finally getting his locker back open and shoving the correct books into his bag. This whole situation was ridiculous; he probably didn’t even need the books themselves, except his assignments were in them and Mrs. E liked pop quizzes nearly as much as her husband.