Kumbaya

[Felix Rosenthal]

I betrayed myself---
when I let others have their way.

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Felix was mad. Felix was always mad, but this time he had something to actually be mad about. After Hufflepuff practice the other day, Cole had shoved his way in for some practicing of his own in the Quidditch Pitch. It wouldn’t have been a problem if Felix hadn’t needed it – which, yeah, he had. But what was he supposed to do, practice in the same arena as the enemy? Why did Gryffindors always do that, take what isn’t theirs? Felix could have sworn he had written his own name down on the reservation role for that time slot. Miraculously, when he’d double-checked it, his name was missing. Thus, he could only come to one logical conclusion – Cole had rubbed it off, blotted it right out, so that he could have the time slot. He’d done it; Felix knew he’d done it. There’s no way he’d accidentally signed up at a different time! Even if his name was written down for a time period that conflicted with Astronomy class. You know what the answer for that little conundrum was? Cole had rewritten his name somewhere else, the little devil. He had another thing coming if he thought something like that was going to just slip by Felix. Everyone thought they could pull the wool over on a Hufflepuff, but Felix wasn’t just any Hufflepuff – he was a Hufflepuff who needed an attitude adjustment.

He had to confront him, or who knows how long this was going to carry on for. Besides, it was a total affront to his manhood to just let it slide. As a Hufflepuff, you had to stand your ground every time something like this happened, because if you roll over once, it’s over. Game over. No one will take him seriously ever again. He stared at the back of Cole’s head during Charms class, burning an imaginary hole right smack dab in the center of it. As soon as class let out, Felix abruptly shoved his only book he carried with him underneath his arm and pushed his way through the crowd to reach the front door as quickly as possible. Cole was only a short walk down the hallway and Felix easily caught up to him. At first, he purposely walked by the other boy and shouldered him roughly as he walked past, hoping to knock him off balance. Then he turned around to face him dead on, giving him a fiery, accusatory look as vibrant as his red hair. “Hey, just because you’re a ‘team captain’ doesn’t mean you own the pitch and everyone else in it. Quit messing up the practice schedule and deal with the slots that are left. You take my name off the register again and I’ll use you for bludger practice.” Never mind that he was a chaser. The point was solid, okay? Jesus these captains were the most arrogant people in the school, and a Gryffindor to boot. Felix was going to find a way to blame the Gryffindor complex all on Johannes, one he thought up a good one.

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[Cole Foster]

Most people in the school had a very similar opinion of the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. That was was a pretty swell guy. He was fairly popular, more than that, perhaps, he was well enough liked by just about every house other than that which housed his twin brother, Joel. Most days, he was good with it. He knew that he could be a bit of an ass, even more so whenever his brother was involved. Or any of his brothers friends. Or those who played on opposite teams as he did. Or didn't like his friends. Or any of those who were annoying...okay, so maybe Cole was just a dick with a really pretty face. Maybe he was just one of those guys who was insanely popular and nobody could really pick out a reason why apart from his rather perfect figure. He was attractive, and he knew it, everybody knew it. Very few people, had been allowed to see anything but that side of him. Some prick from Hufflepuff, certainly wasn't going to be his exception to the rule. He didn't really know much about Felix as a person, just knew his Qudditch Captain/s. Knew who he was friends with and that those friends, he didn't very much like. Half of their little team anyway. So what if he had rescheduled a man who, no matter how hard he practiced, was never going to get any better. He didn't feel bad about it either. Would have clipped the tail twigs of his broom in a very funny fashion if he had known that it would have annoyed the boy even further, but the fact was, he didn't give much thought to Felix Rosenthal at all. Didn't notice that they had classes together, didn't notice the glares that he had been getting the entire time, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared. Why should he had taken him seriously? He was just a nobody with a tantrum issue.

His arrogant gait had taken him out of the classroom, and he didn't even think much of being shoved by a man with his hood pulled up over his head. He clearly, had somewhere to be. As did Cole, he just had no idea that they were supposed to be going to the same place. He had been jostled, but not upended. Cole pulled his backpack center once more, resuming the conversation he had been having with the woman next to him whenever that same man, stopped dead in front of him. Not irritated enough for the smile to leave his face he rolled his eyes to the girl next to him, about the boy in front of him. Whatever this was, he didn't want to have anything to do with it. The glare, he practically seemed like he was steaming at the ears over something Cole knew nothing about. “Do I know you?” he blanched,raising a hand with his finger pointed until the boy started to speak, then hooking both of his thumbs into the straps of his backpack, bemused smirk on his face. “Hey, just because you’re a ‘team captain’ doesn’t mean you own the pitch and everyone else in it. Quit messing up the practice schedule and deal with the slots that are left. You take my name off the register again and I’ll use you for bludger practice.” He was trying to place the kid, he was familiar, obviously he played Quidditch, but more importantly, he was threatening him. He couldn't have that. Cole laughed in disbelief. “Really? Just how do you think you're going to do that, kid. I don't even know who you are.” Cole shook his head, not thinking that anything more than steam was going to come of this bag of hot hair. “Go blow that shade somewhere else, maybe your hair will return to a normal color.”

[Felix Rosenthal]

I betrayed myself---
when I let others have their way.

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“Kid? Like you’re any bigger than I am.” He gave him, if possible, an even nastier look than before and stepped up close to him, much too close for anyone’s personal comfort. This, if you didn’t immediately recognize, was that showdown moment in the old westerns, only they were out of pistols. That’s okay, because Felix had his wand if it came down to it, and even though he should have been, he wasn’t afraid to use it. Other than giving the girl Cole had been talking to a “get lost” look, he ignored her completely. This was between him and that arrogant, brainwashed conformist he thought he was the king of the world, or at least of their school. Felix was so wired steam practically emitted from his skin, and a few students stopped to observe when they noted what just might, if they were lucky enough, become a juicy fight. So Cole was going to pretend he didn’t know who he was, huh? Some kind of captain he’d be if he didn’t even know the other players and the way they played the game. Whatever, like Felix hadn’t expected that. Popular kids were all the same, with the same agendas, the same clothes, the same ideas (which is to say, they didn’t have anything other than word vomit). Apparently, they even had the same hair.

“Felix Rosenthal, Hufflepuff chaser. You know, the same name you erased off of the quidditch pitch reservation board so you could put your high and mighty self up at the same time. Drop the act, Foster. You’re not any better than the rest of us, and if you keep that up, you’re going to get more than you bargained for.” Now more than a few students were staring at the scene. Let them, Felix didn’t care. Everyone knew that Felix was temperamental and angry as a bull. They didn’t know why exactly, but that didn’t matter much. Cole’s smug expression was something that Felix had seen all too often, both on and off the pitch. What was he so arrogant about? So what if he was a captain? If Wilde didn’t have the professors in his pocket, Felix could be captain too. It didn’t say anything in his opinion about the quality of another player’s ability and it certainly didn’t mean Cole was any better than he was. Felix knew he was good, and he thought that he could be the best, even better than Johannes. He’d show him one day too, just how good he could be. But that could only happen if he had his time out on the pitch, and Foster here was sabotaging that. He was probably just afraid to give anyone else a chance to outshine him. There’s another reason not to like him – he was way too similar to his brother.

Really? His hair? He just took a hit at his hair? Yeah okay, Felix was sort of sensitive about it. It was hard being a ginger, but even more challenging as a male. People had this ongoing belief that a ginger just couldn’t be attractive, not to mention all the other unsavory stereotypes running around society. Felix reached out and gave one hard, assertive push to Cole’s shoulder. “Take your name off the registry today. I know you’ve signed up for three again. It’s not your fucking spot just because you’re too slow on the uptake to grab it the first time around. Aren’t you a seeker? Not too quick on the draw there, are you.” Felix was seeing red. He took quidditch seriously; as seriously as you would take a political crisis. It was the most important thing to him, but even that alone might not explain why he was being so confrontational with a prefect, of all people. He couldn’t help it. There was something inside him that once he got going, he couldn’t stop and it just escaladed out of control. He’d need a cold shower a bucket full of ice chips dumped down his back to bring him back down to a normal level.

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[Cole Foster]

“Kid? Like you’re any bigger than I am.” Cole's hand dropped from his backpack, pushing back the girl that he had been talking to. His palm flattening out against her stomach and removing her from his side to just beside him..but further back. Just in case. True, this guy did seem to be looking him just about in the eye... but his shoulders weren't as broad, well, maybe they were. They did seem to be about the same size, physically, now that he was standing this close to him. Why he was standing so close, he wasn't sure...but it was very, very uncomfortable. He wasn't as at ease with the public adoration that he should have been. Not that this was adoration, just the opposite. He was used to people being up in his face, and he didn't like it. He wasn't going to retract the name either. Would keep calling him kid out of spite. “Felix Rosenthal, Hufflepuff chaser.” A slow, bored stream of air let out of his lips, clearly done with this whole thing and it hadn't even started yet. ”You know, the same name you erased off of the quidditch pitch reservation board so you could put your high and mighty self up at the same time. Drop the act, Foster. You’re not any better than the rest of us, and if you keep that up, you’re going to get more than you bargained for.” Cole's shoulders rolled back, squaring himself off as the backpack fell from his shoulders, now grasped in one lowered hand, read to cast it aside, just in case this idiot really did want to bite off more than he could chew. Picking a fight with a Prefect, and one as arrogant as Cole was, really wasn't the smartest of ideas. He had to of known that, and was doing it anyway, on purpose. Clearly, Cole was at least better than him. Willing to get so worked up over something so stupid. “Seriously? Just work out at the time you were given, just like the rest of the talentless dribble.” The pure blooded, golden boy was starting to come out, and it was like a sickness. Entitled, bordering on prissy, as if Felix could feel it, and should somehow, just back down now.

There had to be people stopping, slowing the flow of foot traffic around them but he didn't notice. Couldn't hear the people talking or outright stopping to stare at whatever was going on. Was this some sort of ploy to make himself seem bigger and badder, or was he really that upset about practice times. He had his reasons for changing the board. He didn't need to explain himself to Felix, of all people. Cole was capable of being the bigger man here, but he certainly wasn't going to walk away from a fight. No way. He wasn't the sort of just, live and let live. If Felix wanted to tussle, so be it. Wouldn't have been the first time he had gotten hit, wouldn't be the last time. Though, he wasn't expecting the shove whenever it came. Rough and nearly had him stepping backward, would have, had he not already been tense. His book bag cast aside to the side of the hall, he assumed, he wasn't really looking, his smile faded from his face. “You don't want to do that again.” He warned, his voice lower, peering at Felix with a sober expression. “Take your name off the registry today. I know you’ve signed up for three again. It’s not your fucking spot just because you’re too slow on the uptake to grab it the first time around. Aren’t you a seeker? Not too quick on the draw there, are you.” Just taking any shot that he could, wasn't he? Cole was plenty fast, clearly, at least his position had some meaning in the game, not just something to kill time like his. Cole hadn't wanted to take it seriously, personally, but nobody shoved him and got away with it. “Step away, Gingy” Cole bit, words pushed through clenched teeth as he shoved him back, the opposite shoulder. “Can't even be bothered to settle this where it's appropriate, on the field like a real man? Or is it just because you know that you wouldn't win?” his words meant only for Felix to hear them. He was absolutely on Cole's radar now.

[Felix Rosenthal]

I betrayed myself---
when I let others have their way.

---

Oooh, he pulled off his back straps, Felix was really scared now. “What are you gonna do, blind me with your hairspray?” Seriously, the guy had stiffer hair than Mrs. Frankenstein. They could probably recycle his hair and use it for fuel. He clearly spent way too much time and attention on the way that he looked, and for what, to look like a member of One Direction? Felix didn’t bother making any of the muggles references. He was sure it would fly straight over Cole’s head and down the other side. Every time he had to listen to or be a witness to one of Cole’s many “look at me, look at me” moments in class, he rolled his eyes so hard they almost glued to the back of his sockets. We get it, you’re blue-eyed and tan. When you don’t smile, you’ve got the pouty, blue-steel lips down to a fine art. The problem was, Felix didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that. He only cared about getting his practice time, and right now, Cole was standing directly in the way of it. If Foster was so full of himself, why did he need the practice anyway?

“Seriously? Just work out at the time you were given, just like the rest of the talentless dribble.” “That is the time I was given!” he snarled, completely beyond reconciliation or reason. What was the matter with this guy! Felix was sick of it, he was just sick of it. That selfish, boy band wannabe’s mere presence annoyed Felix, but he was so much more than that now. He thought he was better than Felix, but that’s really what made him angriest. Cole thought he was better than everyone, and in case you hadn’t realized, ‘everyone’ is a whole lot of people. It all had to do with where he came from, like being born was some miraculous feat for him and he deserved a reward. He snorted. If Foster didn’t have that wand and had to spend a day fending for himself in the real world, you know, the life that the majority of this planet was living, he wouldn’t make it out alive. He could just see a couple of neighborhood boys walking up to him, calling him pretty boy and rearranging his face. Speaking of rearranging faces….

“You don't want to do that again.” You’re right, he didn’t. Pushing him on the shoulder like they were playing a game of touch football wasn’t enough. Felix had to follow through now, even with the possibility of expulsion. He didn’t care much anyway, except for the quidditch part of it. He didn’t like school and the conventional degradation of original thought. He didn’t like robotically moving through the motions from one class to another, listening to students suck up for higher marks while others gossiped unfeelingly behind the backs of others, nor the use of houses to separate everyone into their own cliché order and demand they adhere to the “qualities” placed upon them. Come to think of it, he didn’t really like anybody or almost anything. And, right now, you could find Cole Foster at the top of that list because he represented all of it. “Can't even be bothered to settle this where it's appropriate, on the field like a real man? Seriously? Did anyone buy that crap he was smoking? “Oh we’ll settle it on the field, when I whoop your ass next time we play each other.” You had to match confidence with confidence, especially when he could see Cole was starting to wuss out by trying to come up with another option besides physical altercation.

“Step away, Gingy.” Once Cole shoved Felix back, it was over. He felt blinded by that rage again, unable to form any more coherent thoughts because his body wanted to do all the talking. Felix struck out, taking a swing at Cole’s face before head diving, lowering his body to try and ram Cole in the stomach and take them both down to the ground. If he could manage to get a good position over the other boy during their squabble, then he he’d have him pinned and there would be nothing Cole could do about it except take a beating. And, with the hot coals currently gleaming in Felix’s eyes, this was a frightining possibility. He heard the sounds of the crowd swell up vaguely when they got what they wished for, but for the most part, Felix could only hear the roaring in his ears, like the sound of thousands of gallons of rushing water.

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[Cole Foster]

“Oh we’ll settle it on the field, when I whoop your ass next time we play each other.” Physical confrontation was not the reason that he worked out. It wasn't the reason that he kept his body where it ought to be. He liked being athletic, enjoyed the sport behind the game and liked working as a part of his team. He wasn't a boxer, and with good reason. He wasn't the first to throw a punch, most of the time, but this kid had picked the most public fucking place he could think of, and Merlin save his reputation if Evan's got wind of him backing down from a fight with somebody younger than him. He wasn't exactly trying to reason with him either, didn't think that it would have done him a hell of a lot of good, even if he had tried. His shove, had signed the bill on his fate, for today at least. Something changed in Felix' eyes, like a spark before a flame ignited. Something crazy, behind those eyes that was deeply, deeply unsettling. Distracted enough by whatever that was that he didn't have time to move away from the fist as it swung straight into his jaw, whipping his face upward but he didn't have time to fall before the boy lunged at him. Crazy ginger bastard that he was.

They landed in such a way that the air was pushed awkwardly through his torso but he wasn't quiet winded. He could only hear the grunts of the boy on top of him, struggling to get better leverage, and despite the weird acid already pooling in his stomach, he didn't really want that to happen. He had no desire to be pinned to the ground with some asshole punching the face right off of him. They had to have a bigger audience now, he could just about feel the eyes on him as he forced himself to his side, grabbing the backs of Felix' thighs as best he could and heaving, seeking to upend the boy and land him on his back. Still seeing stars -that had been a punch, - he shook his head and half fell over Felix, bringing his knee back and swinging it forward, looking to hit anything, ribs, stomach, face, anything at all with any luck whatsoever. This was beyond stupid, fighting over a practice spot. It wasn't like the sky wasn't big enough for the both of them. Weren't Huffs supposed to be pacifists or some nonsense? He didn't want to be spending his day like this. Tucking his elbow into his chest to point downward, he aimed to fall on him, elbow him in the sternum maybe, but the boy was moving around so much.

[Felix Rosenthal]

I betrayed myself---
when I let others have their way.

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‘And what did you do yesterday?’ ‘Oh, brawled in the middle of the hallway. Roughed each other up pretty good, tried to kill him actually. The usual.’ That really is not the way anyone’s daily report should go, but there was always going to be a kid like Felix, wasn’t there? The misunderstood, teenage catastrophe who wanted to prove something to the world, if he could just figure out what he had to be proving. For instance, what was he proving right now? My fist is bigger than your fist? It all seemed pretty ridiculous at the end of the day, even to him. When Felix laid his sore, overworked mind down on the pillow at night, he spent a lot of time thinking about all the people he let down, and what he was never going to do or be. In those moments, he was a pretty sensitive, fragile creature, until he woke up the next morning slightly refreshed and angrier than before because he had so much time to think about it. It’s not like Felix got into a scuffle every day, it was just not possible. He usually sat quietly, brooding darkly in the back of the classroom as he stared off into lala land. That’s how most people knew him. ‘Felix who? Oh right, that ginger who sits in the back row of Charms. Sorry, I mean, I kind of forgot he was there.’

So here he was, the loner ginger rolling around (quite unsexily) on the floor with Mr. Popular captain and prefect and pureblood Extraordinaire. Felix knew who everyone was rooting for, not that he cared. They could cheer Foster on all they wanted; it wouldn’t make a lick of difference to him. In fact, it might have even spurred him on, fueled the fire over and over again. He’d gotten one over on Cole and was about to give him another well-deserved kisser in the face, when he felt his legs give way on him and suddenly he was flipped over to the side, on equal, if maybe less, ground with the Gryffindor. Felix fought to regain his advantage but it was already too late for that as the other guy kneed him in the stomach right above the groin. FUCKING HELL. It was like all his pain neurons rushed down to greet him down….there for a moment or two, causing Felix to stop throwing his arms about for a second as he groaned. He grabbed uselessly at the elbow blow to his neck, but it gratefully snapped him out of his pain and just as quickly forced his adrenaline to focus all of its energies at the task at hand. This was no time to be a baby. Felix scooted away across the floor a little to regain himself and avoid getting hit again in the meantime. Balling his hand into a nicely solid fist, he hopped up on two feet and went over to greet Cole, grabbing at his arm to hold him while he aimed his knuckles at a very sensitive spot – the kidneys.

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[Cole Foster]

Maybe he wasn't fighting fair. There were unspoken rules for brawling like this and Cole was fairly certain that he wasn't following a single one of them. Tackling a younger man – even if he wasn't smaller. He just wanted this to be over with. Just wanted to be done with it so he could move on with his day. If he was left with bruises over something so damn stupid as a pitch reservation. This boy was a nothing, plain and simple and he was verging on making Cole look bad. Another no no. This little idiot was a time bomb, apparently. Cole tried to scramble after the one who was moving away from him, didn't want to lose the upper hand, didn't want to leave himself open for a shot that he couldn't see coming. He couldn't lose this fight, he just couldn't.

Pushing himself up to his knees – he tired to leave just enough distance between them to react to whatever was coming next, whatever was coming – but he didn't get up quite fast enough. Felix had him by the arm, pulling him back up to his feet, fist coming to connect with a spot on his side – pain exploding behind his eyelids. Grunting in pain his teeth ground together, arm swinging out beside him and over the top of Felix's grip on his arm to break the hold, lowering his shoulders and headbutting him again, this time not to knock him over but to ram his head into the other boys chest, and a kick was coming next, he was trying to work within the frame he was already in, without having to stand or stretch because fuck, that did hurt. Little bastard.

[Felix Rosenthal]

I betrayed myself---

when I let others have their way.

---

Felix had planned to knock the air completely out of Cole by punching him in the kidneys – a cheap shot if there ever was one. Whatever, there are no rules to impromptu hallway fighting as far as he was concerned. You just did whatever you could do to beat the shit out of the other person until you felt better. If you didn’t, you kept hitting. Pretty basic process once you got started on it. He didn’t anticipate Cole head butting him in the chest, making it difficult for Felix to breathe himself. What goes around comes around, or whatever bullshit you decided to take from it. He stumbled backwards, holding out his hands to keep himself from spilling onto his back. Maybe if he wasn’t seeing red or he could think at all, Felix would have been impressed by Cole’s maneuver to get out of his hold. He could feel pain now, not like before when he’d been too full of rage to feel anything at all. Felix could feel it, and his adrenaline was constantly shooting between low and high levels, trying to produce as much as it could to keep him going.



Felix was feeling confident regardless, because Cole was still on the ground and that meant that Felix had a good vantage point. All he had to do was grab him again and pound, but first he had to avoid the foot that was kicking out and about to make a connection with his kneecap. It didn’t connect, either because Felix had successfully dodged in time, or because someone had shoved Cole’s leg away with their hand. A nice save, although Felix was gritting his teeth because he could handle himself; didn’t need anyone else coming into their fight.



“Gee, a Gryffindor in a dogfight – what a shock.” It wasn’t Felix talking. It was a Slytherin girl who had dominantly shoved her way between the two of them and had a voice dripping with distain. Felix moved forward to punch Cole around her, but the girl took him for surprise when she slapped him sharply across the face. All that bubbling rage zapped out of him, replaced by stunned confusion. He’d been dealing with blows and kicks and knockdowns the last sixty seconds, not bitch slaps. “Nice job, Puffie. You just earned yourself a detention.” Indigo Grace whipped her head back around to look at Cole. “I am going to bet that once I report this to administration, that you’ll be joining him, Foster. A prefect in a fist fight? That is not going to look good. Thank you. You truly made my day – this is hilarious, dimwit.”

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[Cole Foster]

Whatever Felix thought that he was going to win, from fighting him like this, was pointless. If he won, and he beat Cole, there was no way in hell he was going to get his time slot. If he lost, Cole still wouldn't give him the time spot. This was nothing more than a pissing contest, something that normally, he tried not to concern himself with, and Felix wasn't giving him any choice in the matter, clearly. He was getting more and more irritated, it was more than personal, because this was his reputation now as well. Being on the ground like this, was bad business. All around bad. He wasn't even making the kick he was trying to land. He hated fighting.

“Gee, a Gryffindor in a dogfight – what a shock.” Not Felix. Not the girl that he had been talking to either, somebody else, and all he knew was that Felix should have been kicking him, would have been the smart think to do...Cole would have done it, were the situations revered. He didn't even realize that he was still grimacing as much as he was until he heard a resounding slap, and his eyes snapped open. His stomach muscles relaxing because the kick he had been expecting never came. He could only imagine the look of shock on Felix's face, it had to match the look on his own right about now, his palms moving to connect with the ground, a wheezing in his chest despite having only been fighting for a short time. Different sets of movement perhaps. “Nice job, Puffie. You just earned yourself a detention.” Fuck. Prefect. He was a Prefect. He should have known better than to be sucked into something like this, and he had lost, to boot. Another Student that he didn’t know all that well was busting them. “I am going to bet that once I report this to administration, that you’ll be joining him, Foster. A prefect in a fist fight? That is not going to look good. Thank you. You truly made my day – this is hilarious, dimwit.” He could feel his jaw clenching, this wasn't going to end well.

Pushing himself up onto his forearms and then up just that much further he felt the frown lines spreading over his face. Had to be unattractive as he stood next to Felix, his hands lifting to push his hair back into place. “Yeah, you've made your point.” He glanced sideways at Felix who didn't seem to know what to make of somebody slapping him like that, had come out of nowhere, she had come out of nowhere. “Fights over.”

[Indigo Grace]

I betrayed myself---

when I let others have their way.

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“Yeah, you’ve made your point.” “Really? You think so?” Indigo mocked the life size Ken doll scowling up at her as he pathetically pulled his body off of the floor. They had looked like two baboons quarreling over a piece of bark. Indi snorted at the thought, assuming she could replace “bark” with “meat”. Wasn’t it always about a girl? Weren’t they just always trying to show their machismo? Just look at the pair of them now – all sweaty with hair plastered across their foreheads, a bright sheen on their skin.

Lame.

She stood with a hand resting purposefully on her hip, glaring at Cole so intently as if to drive a hole through his head by sheer willpower alone. “Honestly Foster. If you can’t even keep control over your raging pheromones long enough to walk away from a younger student taunting you, I don’t know why you have a badge, or a captain’s mark for that matter.” Cue lip sneer. Indigo was really quite horrible today, more than usual. It was true, normally she wouldn’t care what kind of trouble and lip splitting most of the students got up to, but Cole was so bloody arrogant that she couldn’t help but put her two cents in. She hated almost everyone, and if she was going to be miserable around here than everybody else sure as hell would be too.

She turned her attention back to Felix for a moment, who was still standing there like a kicked puppy. “And you. I don’t get why you’re still standing here. I’m sure you have class, carrot top. You wouldn’t want another detention to add to your collection.” She watched in amusement as Felix clenched and unclenched his fists in reaction to her insult. Wow, he really just couldn’t contain himself, could he? He was like a raging bull. Switching her focus back and forth between the two sullen teenagers, Indi appeared to smile at their outrage. “Good. Guess my work here is done.” She dusted off her hands and prepared to leave as Felix averted his eyes and set them steadily on Cole.

Felix couldn’t decide who he wanted to hex to oblivion more – Cole or Indigo. If he ever got the opportunity, maybe he’d take both. The students around them were beginning to clear out, disappointed that the fight was cut short before blood began to fly. He rubbed at the tender spot on his sternum where Cole had elbow punched him. It was going to bruise, and Felix was glad for it. Now every time he saw Cole in the hallways or, better yet, out on the Pitch, he’d be able to easily remember why payback was in store for him. “One way or the other Foster, I’m going to have my timeslot. This isn’t over.” Was it ever over for him? Probably not, as letting things go turned out to be an impossible task for Felix.

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