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Both football players were slow to get to their feet, Trey cradling his right hand while his buddy leaned on the lockers and repeatedly shook his head to clear it.
“You fucking bitch. I’ll have you up on charges. My father is the best trial lawyer in Burlington. You’ll be expelled by this afternoon,” he hissed.
I stepped forward, clearing my throat. “Actually, Johnson, I don’t think you will,” I said, holding up my phone. “Even your dad won’t be able to make a case with the footage I’ve got here, as well as my own testimony. And I’m used to being questioned by your father on the witness stand, remember? Not to mention how low your reputation will sink when I post this to YouTube.”
He had pulled up short at my sudden appearance, and his face reflected dismay and horror for a moment before collapsing back to its default setting of rage.
“Fuck you, O’Carroll! You post that and I burn your shithole restaurant to the ground.”
“Still recording, dipshit,” I said, and this time I actually was. The part about catching the fight on video was a big bluff of bullshit, but I had tripped the video button for our little exchange. Despite knowing I had him by the balls, my anger still ballooned at the mention of burning my aunt’s restaurant. The florescent bulbs over my head went suddenly dark.
Both Trey and Kevin glanced up at the overheads and, for the first time, Trey looked a little nervous. Grabbing his shaky buddy by the shirtsleeve, he pulled him in a wide arc around me.
“Stay the fuck away from us, freak,” he said to me, then shoved his shuffling minion further down the hall and stalked off.
Sarah, who hadn’t flinched or acted surprised when I had stepped around the corner, was staring at the lights overhead.
“I had the situation handled, Declan. Your interference wasn’t needed,” she said, looking calmly at me. Part of me noted it was the first time she had ever said my name.
“Sure. In fact, I think you could have easily broken bones if they’d continued,” I said, wondering where a teenage girl had gotten the skill and experience needed to piss pound almost five hundred pounds of muscle and bone. “But even if they hadn’t, Trey would have pressed charges and you’d be facing the police and a stacked legal deck. His dad is a kingshit lawyer around here.”
She shook her head. “He was bluffing about filing charges. It would have been a big loss of face to admit that I kicked their little bitch asses.”
“Ah, that would make sense if it were anyone but Trey. He would have made up a story about you attacking him and Kevin with a lead pipe or something. That idiot Otts would support any story he came up with. Trey lives for revenge. He’d stop at nothing to get even with you. I know… we used to be best friends.”
I don’t know why I told her the last part; it wasn’t something I mentioned to anyone anymore, although it was the truth.
“What’s to keep him from seeking revenge anyway, if that’s true?” she asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
“One, he believes that I would post the video on every type of social media known to man, and two, he knows there’s very little he can do to me that hasn’t already been done.”
Plus, he was basically terrified of me, deep down to his craven little core, but I left that off.
“What’s to keep you from posting it anyway?”
“Well, we have a kind of unspoken agreement. Each of us leaves the other mostly alone unless provoked. I won’t post anything if he leaves you alone, for the most part. The other part of it is that I didn’t really catch the whole fight, just the last bit about him burning down Rowan West.”
“You bluffed him? And what do you mean by for the most part ?” she asked. She was very calm, her posture relaxed, breathing even and normal and her poker
Both football players were slow to get to their feet, Trey cradling his right hand while his buddy leaned on the lockers and repeatedly shook his head to clear it.
“You fucking bitch. I’ll have you up on charges. My father is the best trial lawyer in Burlington. You’ll be expelled by this afternoon,” he hissed.
I stepped forward, clearing my throat. “Actually, Johnson, I don’t think you will,” I said, holding up my phone. “Even your dad won’t be able to make a case with the footage I’ve got here, as well as my own testimony. And I’m used to being questioned by your father on the witness stand, remember? Not to mention how low your reputation will sink when I post this to YouTube.”
He had pulled up short at my sudden appearance, and his face reflected dismay and horror for a moment before collapsing back to its default setting of rage.
“Fuck you, O’Carroll! You post that and I burn your shithole restaurant to the ground.”
“Still recording, dipshit,” I said, and this time I actually was. The part about catching the fight on video was a big bluff of bullshit, but I had tripped the video button for our little exchange. Despite knowing I had him by the balls, my anger still ballooned at the mention of burning my aunt’s restaurant. The florescent bulbs over my head went suddenly dark.
Both Trey and Kevin glanced up at the overheads and, for the first time, Trey looked a little nervous. Grabbing his shaky buddy by the shirtsleeve, he pulled him in a wide arc around me.
“Stay the fuck away from us, freak,” he said to me, then shoved his shuffling minion further down the hall and stalked off.
Sarah, who hadn’t flinched or acted surprised when I had stepped around the corner, was staring at the lights overhead.
“I had the situation handled, Declan. Your interference wasn’t needed,” she said, looking calmly at me. Part of me noted it was the first time she had ever said my name.
“Sure. In fact, I think you could have easily broken bones if they’d continued,” I said, wondering where a teenage girl had gotten the skill and experience needed to piss pound almost five hundred pounds of muscle and bone. “But even if they hadn’t, Trey would have pressed charges and you’d be facing the police and a stacked legal deck. His dad is a kingshit lawyer around here.”
She shook her head. “He was bluffing about filing charges. It would have been a big loss of face to admit that I kicked their little bitch asses.”
“Ah, that would make sense if it were anyone but Trey. He would have made up a story about you attacking him and Kevin with a lead pipe or something. That idiot Otts would support any story he came up with. Trey lives for revenge. He’d stop at nothing to get even with you. I know… we used to be best friends.”
I don’t know why I told her the last part; it wasn’t something I mentioned to anyone anymore, although it was the truth.
“What’s to keep him from seeking revenge anyway, if that’s true?” she asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
“One, he believes that I would post the video on every type of social media known to man, and two, he knows there’s very little he can do to me that hasn’t already been done.”
Plus, he was basically terrified of me, deep down to his craven little core, but I left that off.
“What’s to keep you from posting it anyway?”
“Well, we have a kind of unspoken agreement. Each of us leaves the other mostly alone unless provoked. I won’t post anything if he leaves you alone, for the most part. The other part of it is that I didn’t really catch the whole fight, just the last bit about him burning down Rowan West.”
“You bluffed him? And what do you mean by for the most part ?” she asked. She was very calm, her posture relaxed, breathing even and normal and her poker
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