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"Sup witchu, Nano-byte?"
Glitch blinked a few times and looked up from his plate of uneaten food.
"Nothin'," he responded quietly to Lil'T as he pushed his food to the side of the table.
"I call your bullshit," she said, crossing her arms and scowling at him viciously. "You is a terrible liar, an' you know it." Glitch shrugged, not planning on answering.
After a few minutes of sitting in an intense silence, Lil'T finally exploded, "You gonna tell me or not?"
Glitch shrugged again. "Not," he responded. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it."
"Well, you are gonna talk 'bout it or imma gonna get Cynni to go all crazy ginger and kick it outta yo' sorry ass!" Lil'T raged at him, crossing her arms angrily.
Glitch froze and narrowed his eyes at her. "You're lying," he stated shortly. "You wouldn't dare."
"Try. Me," she said with his same deliberate tone. When Glitch shook his head, still refusing, she stood up from the lunch table and started storming out of the lunchroom.
"Nonononono!" Glitch cried out, following her and trying to hold her back. "C'mon, T! She's in class!"
"Don't matter to me," Lil'T said calmly as she entered the eleventh-grader portion of the high school.
Glitch tried to hold her back, but failed miserably. She was barely an inch taller than Glitch, but was made completely out lean muscle, allowing her to simply drag the whining boy along.
"Okay, okay!" Glitch finally yelled when they were almost at Cynni's science class. "I give, I'll tell!"
Lil'T smiled widened as she lightly chucked her hat back. "Then get with the talkin'," she said sweetly as they started to wander through the empty hallways.
"I'm just really stressed out, ya'know?" Glitch sighed, messing with his hair.
"Ya gotta be more specific than dat," Lil'T pressed, nudging him with her elbow gently.
Glitch shot her another glare, but there was no enthusiasm behind it. "It's my rents," he admitted as they leaned against the lockers. "They keep tryin' to make me do all this crap for school, an' it's seriously cuttin' into my dancin' time."
"Then don't do it," Lil'T said bluntly. Glitch rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I can't," he said. "If I do, I'll neva be able to dance 'gain 'n then they'll make me move in with 'em in Africa."
Lil'T looked at him in confusion and surprise. "They live in Africa?" she asked. "Ya don't live with 'em?"
"I live by m'self," he said. "And yeh, they live in Africa. My mom 'n stepdad 're docs."
"I thought they was super strict 'n that's why me 'n Cynni can never come over."
"Naw, I just don't people that much," he grinned cheekily.
Lil'T smiled. "Idiot."
"Thanks."
"But how could I not know ya live 'lone?" Lil'T exclaimed, throwing her hands up before letting them fall heavily back into her lap. "When were ya plannin' ta tell me?"
"Neva, really," he chuckled nervously. "'M not supposed ta tell anyone, 'cuz it's not necessarily legal 'til I'm sixteen."
"Damn," Lil'T said, shaking her head incredulously. "You're so lucky. I would kill ta live alone."
"It actually sucks," Glitch said, leaning his head against the lockers. "I hafta to alla the chores, 'n I gotta do all the shoppin' by myself. An' I gotta work ta buy the food an' extra stuff."
"Wait, they don't give ya money?" Lil'T blinked.
"Only a bit," Glitch explained. "They pay the bills 'n stuff, so I ain't complainin'."
"Wow," she said in shock. "Dat's…hard."
"Yeah, dude," Glitch said, lazily letting his head fall onto her shoulder. Suddenly his eyes widened and he slapped his hand to his forehead. "Aw shit! I forgot all about PT conferences! They're tonight!"
"Cynni already told me," Lil'T said matter-of-factly, brushing off his concern. "It's aight, we got everythin' covered."
"…What did you two do," he said slowly, moving away from her.
Lil'T smiled.
It was Lil'T's free period. She was talking her leisure as she walked from the vending machine to the other end of the school to the Library, where she had to start researching for her History project.
"Lil'T!"
She turned around and saw Cynni running towards her, the older girl's hair bouncing behind her. She patiently waited until Cynni was close before she continued walking into the building.
"Hey, I gotta ask ya a question," Cynni said, slightly out of breath from the run there.
"Go 'head, girl," Lil'T said, finishing off her Mountain Dew and chucking the empty can into a nearby trash bin. She put both of her fists up in victory when she made it in.
"Who's the most mature in your dancing friends?" Cynni asked. "And then what are their numbers?"
"You're not datin' any of them," Lil'T responded bluntly, not looking at her.
"What—no!" Cynni said, starting at the accusation. "I would never go as low as to get my friends to hook me up with their friends to get a date!" Lil'T looked at her from under her hat.
"Four names, bud," she said, counting them off on her fingers. "Brad, John, Kyle and Lucille."
Cynni's lips turned downward. "Lucille?"
"That Asian chick who was the student teach of yo' Science class," Lil'T explained.
Cynni half-smiled, chuckling out, "Oh, Lucille." She shook her head, still laughing at whatever was going on in her head. Lil'T refused to ask her, knowing it would end up with her searching the Internet for brain bleach again.
"Keep on track, girly," Lil'T said, keeping her temper in check. "Why do you wanna know 'bout 'em?"
Cynni snapped out of her daze. "Oh yeah. Well, Glitch is all worried about havin' to go to conferences alone, so I was gonna ask one of 'em to go with him."
Lil'T whipped around. "What!" she exclaimed. "They was gonna make 'im go by hisself? That's just plain n' downright cruel!"
"Yup," Cynni nodded. "Do you know how much Ryan and Greg would tease 'im for that?" They both got silent for a second, thinking about the two jocks.
"Lemme think," Lil'T said, absently tugging her bottom lip. "If I ask Mo, I think Glitchy would die of shame. Glitterati and Dr. Tan 're out of the question, cuz they're all just weird—as—shit." She grimaced at the thought of them. "I know Taye has a date, so that leaves…Bodie 'n Emilia or Aubrey 'n Ange."
"Okay, great," Cynni said, slightly bouncing her knees.
"Naw, wait," Lil'T suddenly said, thinking about it more. "Bodie 'n Emilia'd never let 'im live it down. So I guess Miss Priss or Ange are our two options."
Cynni wrinkled her nose as they stopped in front of the library doors. "Miss Priss? Do you really think someone with a nickname like that'd really help Glitchy?"
"She ain't so bad when ya get used to her," Lil'T said, dialing Angel's number. She put it on speakerphone so Cynni could listen in.
"Little T?" he grunted after a few rings, his voice husky and tired-sounding. "What is it? It's too early for a dance battle—and aren't you at school?"
Cynni was bouncing in circles, making a few students give her odd looks. "He sounds hot!" she whispered loudly.
"Tell your friend thank you," Angel rumbled out in a chuckle as he moved onto his back, only arm slung over his eyes to keep out the light from his windows.
Lil'T shoved a hand on Cynni's mouth before she could make a fool out of herself. "Okay, you s'riously need to stop flirtin' with underaged girls, 's weird as hell. Anyways, we gotta favor ta ask of you."
"Go ahead," Angel said with a touch of wariness. He never knew what to expect from the eccentric young dancer.
Lil'T and Cynni explained how Glitch didn't have his parents to go with him to the conferences, and how he would be all alone and subjected to bullying. They added in a few unnecessary details, such as how he was living alone and his parents were over-controlling, making it near impossible for the older dancer to say no.
Angel mulled over what he had been told. "So I am to play the role of his father," he clarified.
"Or just a guardian," Lil'T assured him.
"I just sit and listen to his talk about what he is doing good and needs to work on."
"Yup," Cynni chirped.
"I guess I can do that," Angel relented. "When is it?"
Lil'T flashed Cynni a look, and she told him, "Just be at Glitch's house at five."
"Well, what is his address?" Angel said, rummaging around in his bedside table for a scrap of paper and pen.
Cynni waited, expecting Lil'T to answer. "Um-m-m…" the young dancer said.
"You don't know it?" Cynni hissed at her.
"I've never been to his house!" Lil'T stage-whispered to her angrily. "This was your idea, I thought you'd have it!"
"Um, ladies?" Angel asked in confusion.
"Just a second!" Cynni said to him in a singsong voice. "We're, um, looking for it in Lil'T's backpack. It's really messy."
"Well, isn't he just right there-?"
"How about this!" Lil'T cut in loudly. "You just meet us—HIM! Meet him—in front of Hi-Def's studio. You know where it is, yeah?"
"I do, yes," Angel responded with a yawn, heaving himself out of the bed. "So at five."
"Uh-huh," Lil'T said. "See ya then." She hung up and shared guilty looks with Cynni.
"He's gonna kill us," she stated.
"He'll get over it?" Lil'T asked weakly.
"Probably not."
"Yeah, we're both so dead."
They both groaned, imagining the different ways Glitch would harshly tell them off.
"How are we gonna tell him?" Cynni said wearily. "Because I'm pretty sure if we until the actual conference, the murdering will be a lot more longer and painful."
"Scream it at him and then run?" Lil'T offered, giving her an uneasy smile.
"We'll work on that," Cynni said. "We have…" She glanced at the clock on the wall. "A little less than six hours left in the day. I think that's enough time to think of a deviously awesome scheme, don't you?"
"Maybe," Lil'T shrugged as the bell rang.
Angel finished off his second coffee, tuning out Miss Aubrey's nonstop chattering. He put the cup in the sink of the yacht's kitchen, and made a move to leave.
Miss Aubrey barred the exit. She narrowed her eyes at him, full lips scrunching into a scowl.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "I wasn't done talking to you."
"I have to find some…appropriate clothes to wear," he said. He was positive that if he walked into Glitch's conference in his usual, suave outfit, he would end up kicked out and never spoken to again.
"The clothes I pick out aren't good enough for you?" Aubrey asked, her voice dangerously calm.
"It is nothing like that, mi amor," he said soothingly. "I just must go to a school and would not like to have all of the parents staring. It would make them mad at me, no?"
"A school?" she said, dismayed. "There isn't something you forgot to mention when I met you, is there?"
"It is not mine," he hurriedly assured her. "They are a friend's."
"Well, do I know this person?" she asked, still looking unconvinced as she crossed her arms.
"Perhaps…" Angel said elusively. Internally he berated himself—he should know better than to try and hide things from Miss Aubrey. She was going to find out one way or another.
So he reluctantly told her about Glitch.
"Alright," Aubrey said.
Angel blinked stupidly. "Alright?"
"Yes," she said, sitting down at the table and sipping her tea. "What did you expect me to say? I'm not completely heartless."
He sighed with relief. "Then I will—"
"When do we leave?"
His head lolled back and he stared at the ceiling, groaning. He should've guessed that she would say something like that. "Aubrey, mi amor," he tried gently. "I do not know if you fully got what I was saying."
"I did," she said, admiring her nails. "I just chose to ignore it. I'm going with you whether you want me to or not."
"Why?" he groaned. "You hate children."
"Yes, but I hate Glitch the least," she responded. "It will be entertaining to see the pain I will cause him simply with my presence." Angel shivered slightly when he realized the redhead wasn't joking.
"And this could all be a plot for you to break up with me," Aubrey continued, drinking her tea daintily "I don't want you to be won over to Hi-Def by him. You're my partner."
"I could never be with anyone other than—" he started to croon to her, hopefully flustering her enough to make her stay.
"Give it up before sic my guards on you before kicking you off of my yacht," Miss Aubrey said sweetly, flipping her hair.
"Mi dios," he muttered, covering his eyes with his hand as he started to leave.
"By the way—you don't get a say on what you wear. I choose, end of discussion."
I'm so sorry, Glitch, Angel thought to himself sheepishly as he left the yacht.
Meanwhile, at the school, Glitch was sitting in his English class, only half-listening to the teacher lecture on about the proper usage of grammar, with no clue that anything had happened.
The next part should be up soon :D Finally, the actual conference begins next chapter! :3 Excitement!
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