Games of the Heart
Page 107
Like always when he had his girl in the curve of his arm, Fin thought she was the perfect height and that he really liked her perfume.
Fin started walking her to the parking lot but he did it grinning.
Kirb would be waiting by the truck and then be in it with them but still, this was an added freedom, a step up and he hoped, eventually, Mr. Haines would trust Fin alone with their girl.
As they walked, Fin asked in a mutter, “What’s on your mind?”
“What’s on yours.”
He looked down at her. “Hunh?”
She looked up at him and her mouth quirked in a little smile. She did that every once in a while and Fin thought it was seriously f**king cute.
“What’s on my mind is what’s on yours,” she explained. “When you were gettin’ your books, your thoughts looked heavy.”
It was weird and sometimes it freaked him out but she seemed to be able to read him. At his age he had no clue this was part of her talent, her innate understanding of human behavior and sensing of moods both of which made her a good writer. And he also had no idea this was part of her, why it made her feel so deep, be so sensitive to others and care so much about the ones she loved.
Her arm gave him a squeeze and she asked real gentle, “Are you thinkin’ about your Dad?”
No, for once he wasn’t thinking about his Dad, his Ma, his bitch of an Aunt Debbie or worried that the adults in his life wouldn’t be able to win the fight his aunt was waging.
Instead, he was thinking about losing Reesee to another school.
He didn’t want to lie so he looked forward and muttered, “It’s no big deal.”
“Heavy is always big in one way or another, Fin,” she whispered.
He heard it but didn’t respond. This was because Brandon Wannamaker, Jeff Schultz and Troy Piggott were headed their way and Brandon had eyes on Fin.
Fin’s body got tight.
Brandon was a senior. He was also an ass**le. Rumor around school was his Dad was a serious, major dick. Still, even if things were shit at home, it didn’t mean you should bring that shit to school. Fin knew that now more than ever.
Jeff and Troy were both juniors and they were Brandon’s lackeys. They’d do anything for him. Why they thought Brandon’s shit didn’t stink, Fin had no clue since Brandon was skinny, ugly, had a stupid non-haircut where his blond hair was all long and stringy, he had acne and he was, as Fin noted, an ass**le. Fin didn’t get that either. What he did get was that they got off on it. Whatever was in them that drew them to Brandon, it wasn’t good.
Brandon and Fin had tussled verbally more than once. This was because, last year when Brandon was a junior and Fin was a sophomore, they had lunch together and Brandon’s favorite time to spread his ass**le cheer was at lunch. Fin let him be if he was giving shit to a kid who was a boy. He didn’t like it but he was a guy and he probably wouldn’t want some older kid making him look even more of a loser by stepping up for him.
But one day when Brandon decided to pick on a fat girl, Fin stepped in. That was totally not cool. Sure, she was fat and probably should do something about it but she didn’t need some douchebag making her obviously miserable life more of a misery.
Brandon didn’t like this. Then again, Brandon didn’t have much of a say. Troy and Jeff didn’t have the same lunch break so his crew was not there to take his back. And even last year, before Fin grew the extra two inches that took him up to six foot, he was taller and bulkier than Brandon. So Brandon saved face by making a lot of threats and slunk off.
Fin stepped in five more times last year. Luckily this year, both semesters, he didn’t have any of them in his lunch.
But right then, walking with Reesee down the hall, he took one look at Brandon’s face as well as his crew and he knew Brandon was in his usual mood to be an ass**le.
So he tightened his hold on Reesee, drawing her closer and he locked eyes on the leader of the pack.
“There he is, Farmer Fin,” Brandon called when they were getting close and Fin felt Reesee’s body get tight and her head jerked to face front. “With his new piece,” Brandon finished and Fin’s free hand formed a fist.
“When you throw that away, I’ll take seconds,” Troy offered, smiling an ugly smile at Reesee. Fin’s stomach clenched but he kept his mouth shut, his eyes on them and he kept walking.
Ressee pushed closer.
“Me too,” Brandon put in. They’d made it to the trio and all of them positioned, Brandon walking backwards, Troy and Jeff moving to flank. “Clarisse Haines. Off-limits freshman but you two hooked up, not anymore.” Brandon’s hostile eyes stared into Fin’s. “You tap that yet?”
“Shove off, douchebag,” Fin growled, continuing to move him and Reesee down the hall.
Brandon smiled big. “You tapped it. Was it sweet?”
Fin felt Reesee begin to tremble at his side even as she pushed closer and Fin felt a burn hit his gut.
“I said, shove off, douchebag,” Fin mostly repeated.
“Bet it was,” Brandon whispered, his eyes flicking to Reesee then back to Fin. “You always pick the sweet snatch. Way you go through ‘em though, you’ll be done and she’ll be ripe for the pickin’s in what? A day? A week?” He looked to Jeff and concluded, “I’ll give it a week.”
Reesee pushed closer but Fin wasn’t paying attention to her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Troy’s hand up and moving toward Reesee’s hair.
Fin halted them then moved them both a step back, jerking Rees behind his back, he turned toward Troy and locked eyes with him.
“Do not even think about it, ass**le,” he clipped.
Troy grinned at him. “She’s got pretty hair.” He moved his grin to Reesee, it became a leer and he went on. “Always liked your hair, Rees.” His eyes slid down her body and he whispered in a sick way, “Always liked a lotta things about you.”
Reesee pressed into Fin’s back.
“All of you, f**k off,” Fin ordered.
“What’re you gonna do, Farmer Fin?” Brandon asked snidely. “Don’t got your crew with you so what are you gonna do, we don’t f**k off?”
Fin edged back, pushing Reesee with him, warning, “You don’t wanna find out.”
“We don’t?” Brandon whispered, a weird light Fin did not like burning in his eyes.
“No. You don’t,” Fin whispered back.
Then it happened. Troy moved in and around, his hand came back up going toward Reesee’s hair and Fin shoved her back. Then his hand darted out, he caught Troy’s wrist and twisted it behind his back. Once he got a lock on him, he moved him forward three steps and shoved him face first into a locker.
Fin started walking her to the parking lot but he did it grinning.
Kirb would be waiting by the truck and then be in it with them but still, this was an added freedom, a step up and he hoped, eventually, Mr. Haines would trust Fin alone with their girl.
As they walked, Fin asked in a mutter, “What’s on your mind?”
“What’s on yours.”
He looked down at her. “Hunh?”
She looked up at him and her mouth quirked in a little smile. She did that every once in a while and Fin thought it was seriously f**king cute.
“What’s on my mind is what’s on yours,” she explained. “When you were gettin’ your books, your thoughts looked heavy.”
It was weird and sometimes it freaked him out but she seemed to be able to read him. At his age he had no clue this was part of her talent, her innate understanding of human behavior and sensing of moods both of which made her a good writer. And he also had no idea this was part of her, why it made her feel so deep, be so sensitive to others and care so much about the ones she loved.
Her arm gave him a squeeze and she asked real gentle, “Are you thinkin’ about your Dad?”
No, for once he wasn’t thinking about his Dad, his Ma, his bitch of an Aunt Debbie or worried that the adults in his life wouldn’t be able to win the fight his aunt was waging.
Instead, he was thinking about losing Reesee to another school.
He didn’t want to lie so he looked forward and muttered, “It’s no big deal.”
“Heavy is always big in one way or another, Fin,” she whispered.
He heard it but didn’t respond. This was because Brandon Wannamaker, Jeff Schultz and Troy Piggott were headed their way and Brandon had eyes on Fin.
Fin’s body got tight.
Brandon was a senior. He was also an ass**le. Rumor around school was his Dad was a serious, major dick. Still, even if things were shit at home, it didn’t mean you should bring that shit to school. Fin knew that now more than ever.
Jeff and Troy were both juniors and they were Brandon’s lackeys. They’d do anything for him. Why they thought Brandon’s shit didn’t stink, Fin had no clue since Brandon was skinny, ugly, had a stupid non-haircut where his blond hair was all long and stringy, he had acne and he was, as Fin noted, an ass**le. Fin didn’t get that either. What he did get was that they got off on it. Whatever was in them that drew them to Brandon, it wasn’t good.
Brandon and Fin had tussled verbally more than once. This was because, last year when Brandon was a junior and Fin was a sophomore, they had lunch together and Brandon’s favorite time to spread his ass**le cheer was at lunch. Fin let him be if he was giving shit to a kid who was a boy. He didn’t like it but he was a guy and he probably wouldn’t want some older kid making him look even more of a loser by stepping up for him.
But one day when Brandon decided to pick on a fat girl, Fin stepped in. That was totally not cool. Sure, she was fat and probably should do something about it but she didn’t need some douchebag making her obviously miserable life more of a misery.
Brandon didn’t like this. Then again, Brandon didn’t have much of a say. Troy and Jeff didn’t have the same lunch break so his crew was not there to take his back. And even last year, before Fin grew the extra two inches that took him up to six foot, he was taller and bulkier than Brandon. So Brandon saved face by making a lot of threats and slunk off.
Fin stepped in five more times last year. Luckily this year, both semesters, he didn’t have any of them in his lunch.
But right then, walking with Reesee down the hall, he took one look at Brandon’s face as well as his crew and he knew Brandon was in his usual mood to be an ass**le.
So he tightened his hold on Reesee, drawing her closer and he locked eyes on the leader of the pack.
“There he is, Farmer Fin,” Brandon called when they were getting close and Fin felt Reesee’s body get tight and her head jerked to face front. “With his new piece,” Brandon finished and Fin’s free hand formed a fist.
“When you throw that away, I’ll take seconds,” Troy offered, smiling an ugly smile at Reesee. Fin’s stomach clenched but he kept his mouth shut, his eyes on them and he kept walking.
Ressee pushed closer.
“Me too,” Brandon put in. They’d made it to the trio and all of them positioned, Brandon walking backwards, Troy and Jeff moving to flank. “Clarisse Haines. Off-limits freshman but you two hooked up, not anymore.” Brandon’s hostile eyes stared into Fin’s. “You tap that yet?”
“Shove off, douchebag,” Fin growled, continuing to move him and Reesee down the hall.
Brandon smiled big. “You tapped it. Was it sweet?”
Fin felt Reesee begin to tremble at his side even as she pushed closer and Fin felt a burn hit his gut.
“I said, shove off, douchebag,” Fin mostly repeated.
“Bet it was,” Brandon whispered, his eyes flicking to Reesee then back to Fin. “You always pick the sweet snatch. Way you go through ‘em though, you’ll be done and she’ll be ripe for the pickin’s in what? A day? A week?” He looked to Jeff and concluded, “I’ll give it a week.”
Reesee pushed closer but Fin wasn’t paying attention to her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Troy’s hand up and moving toward Reesee’s hair.
Fin halted them then moved them both a step back, jerking Rees behind his back, he turned toward Troy and locked eyes with him.
“Do not even think about it, ass**le,” he clipped.
Troy grinned at him. “She’s got pretty hair.” He moved his grin to Reesee, it became a leer and he went on. “Always liked your hair, Rees.” His eyes slid down her body and he whispered in a sick way, “Always liked a lotta things about you.”
Reesee pressed into Fin’s back.
“All of you, f**k off,” Fin ordered.
“What’re you gonna do, Farmer Fin?” Brandon asked snidely. “Don’t got your crew with you so what are you gonna do, we don’t f**k off?”
Fin edged back, pushing Reesee with him, warning, “You don’t wanna find out.”
“We don’t?” Brandon whispered, a weird light Fin did not like burning in his eyes.
“No. You don’t,” Fin whispered back.
Then it happened. Troy moved in and around, his hand came back up going toward Reesee’s hair and Fin shoved her back. Then his hand darted out, he caught Troy’s wrist and twisted it behind his back. Once he got a lock on him, he moved him forward three steps and shoved him face first into a locker.
