Quoted By: >>67622644
>>67620795
>I tap end on the phone, a wicked smile down at it. Serves you fucking right you skinnie prick. I deposit my phone in my jacket pocket and let the pride of my accomplishment weigh deep. He'll be gone, sooner rather than later. A pep in my step and I head right on home, even dealing with the runts can't sour this mood.
>The next morning I rise, birds chirping and sun shining. Man I can't wait to see the look on his face. I quickly make some breakfast and ensure all the little ones have their things and are ready to head off. No skipping either, Riley.
>Morning chores down and a quick jog to energize and I'm off back to class, ready to view my work in motion. I periscope my view around, his bald head a beacon I search for. I am found first.
>Reed steps in front of me, looking down to me. I blink a few times and realize his stature is not his norm. A strange drive inside him not normally there, or at least stifled by the carfe.
>His voice is quiet. "You didn't."
>I blink at him a few times, trying to poke my head around him, searching still for the bald humie.
>I find a hand on my shoulder, firm. Very firm.
>"You. Didn't." I huff
>"Didn't what?"
>His voice rises. "Trish." He's dead serious.
>"Look you really are going to need to be more specific." He sighs and drags a hand down his face.
>"Someone..." he grits his teeth
>"Ratted us out." the pain puts a pit into my stomach.
>"A-And?" A mix of apprehension and genuine concern float through me.
>"His dad found out and is shipping him off to a military school." My soul soars. Best outcome I could have possibly wanted.
>"So I'm letting him stay over for the time being. God..." and it bottoms out instantly.
>"W-What? Why?" Reed looks at me a bit disgusted.
>"Trish...we're dating. I know you don't like him but..." he squints.
>"Say it. Say you didn't have a hand in this."
>I look away.
>"Trish." absolute rage is behind that call of my name.
cont.
>I tap end on the phone, a wicked smile down at it. Serves you fucking right you skinnie prick. I deposit my phone in my jacket pocket and let the pride of my accomplishment weigh deep. He'll be gone, sooner rather than later. A pep in my step and I head right on home, even dealing with the runts can't sour this mood.
>The next morning I rise, birds chirping and sun shining. Man I can't wait to see the look on his face. I quickly make some breakfast and ensure all the little ones have their things and are ready to head off. No skipping either, Riley.
>Morning chores down and a quick jog to energize and I'm off back to class, ready to view my work in motion. I periscope my view around, his bald head a beacon I search for. I am found first.
>Reed steps in front of me, looking down to me. I blink a few times and realize his stature is not his norm. A strange drive inside him not normally there, or at least stifled by the carfe.
>His voice is quiet. "You didn't."
>I blink at him a few times, trying to poke my head around him, searching still for the bald humie.
>I find a hand on my shoulder, firm. Very firm.
>"You. Didn't." I huff
>"Didn't what?"
>His voice rises. "Trish." He's dead serious.
>"Look you really are going to need to be more specific." He sighs and drags a hand down his face.
>"Someone..." he grits his teeth
>"Ratted us out." the pain puts a pit into my stomach.
>"A-And?" A mix of apprehension and genuine concern float through me.
>"His dad found out and is shipping him off to a military school." My soul soars. Best outcome I could have possibly wanted.
>"So I'm letting him stay over for the time being. God..." and it bottoms out instantly.
>"W-What? Why?" Reed looks at me a bit disgusted.
>"Trish...we're dating. I know you don't like him but..." he squints.
>"Say it. Say you didn't have a hand in this."
>I look away.
>"Trish." absolute rage is behind that call of my name.
cont.