A crumpled-up paper ball hit him in the back of the head, distracting him enough to pull away.
“Seriously, Colt?” he groaned, as Mia thumped her forehead against his chest, her shoulders shaking with laughter. “What are you doing back here?”
“Ninja reflexes and speed, remember? Not only have I been to class and back, I also charmed Mrs. E out of a couple of these.” He held up two excused tardy passes. “I’m sorry Mia, but I couldn’t ask for another pass without explaining that no, Mrs. Eagle, my responsible older brother is not actually dropping our baby brother off at school late, he’s really making out with a hot senior girl in some convoluted girl reasoning way to get his ex-girlfriend to go away. Which worked, by the way. Emily did an abrupt about face while you two were sucking face and flounced off.”
“I’m breathing just fine, jerkass, despite choking on the partially resolved sexual tension clogging up the hallway.” Colt retorted.
Mia slipped completely out from Rocky’s embrace, deliberately moving out of reach. “Are you two always like this?” she laughed, glancing between them.
They looked at each other, then at her and shrugged. “Pretty much.”
Still laughing, she leaned back in to brush her lips up against Rocky’s cheek. “Stick to actual nice girls, handsome. Emily is on a whole ‘nother level.” She advised. “You’re too nice of a guy to get caught up again in all of that – or with me. This was just a right place, right guy, prime opportunity to piss Blondie off some. Anyway, keep your head down for a few days, and she’ll be on to something – or someone – else by Monday.” Picking up her bag, she sauntered away. “Bye, boys.”
They stared after her.
“I’ve 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.
“Why did I let you talk me into taking AP Calc?” Colt hissed at Rocky an hour later as they glumly accepted the papers for Mr. Eagle’s dreaded pop quiz. “Quick, gimme your lucky pencil!”