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When Miguel arrived at the cafeteria with Charity, he was disappointed
to see that Kay was already sitting with some other people. Miguel
narrowed his eyes when he recognized Tom Reeves and a few of his
buddies from the varsity soccer team. Tom was one of the most popular
seniors in the school, but in the sports circles, he had a reputation
of being a real player. He was constantly regaling his teammates with
stories of his 'conquests'. He would become interested in a different
girl every two weeks, and when he was finished with them, he would
break it off and embarrass them. The girls were usually too humiliated
to tell anyone what had happened, which only added to Tom's legend.
"Charity, I'm going to talk to Kay for a second," Miguel told his
girlfriend. "Save me a seat, okay?"
Charity smiled and nodded. "Of course, Miguel," she said. She gave him
a quick peck on the cheek before going to sit down.
Miguel made his way over to where Kay was sitting. Tom looked up and
grinned when he saw Miguel.
"Miguel!" Tom greeted him. He smiled snidely. "I hear you're going to
take the j.v. Hellcats to the finals!"
Kay glanced at Tom in surprise. His current attitude was a radical
departure from the nervous, hopeful senior she had spoken to earlier in
the day.
Miguel fought the urge to roll his eyes. Tom knew full well that Miguel
was captain of the varsity basketball team. Miguel knew that it irked
the older teen to have a junior as the team captain, rather than one of
Tom's senior friends. Instead of making a sarcastic remark, Miguel simply
said, "I was hoping to speak to Kay for a minute."
Kay had been pointedly avoiding Miguel's gaze, preferring to concentrate
on her tuna sandwich. She raised her eyes to look at Miguel, silently
telling him to continue.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you privately," Miguel explained.
"I'm busy," Kay replied shortly. In her head, she was repeating Noah's
words of advice.
"Please?' Miguel pleaded.
"God, get a clue, Lopez-Fitzgerald," Tom said scornfully. "Kay obviously
doesn't want to talk to you."
Miguel's jaw clenched. "Stay out of this, Reeves," he gritted out.
Tom's eyes narrowed as he got up from the table. "Now listen here, you
little-"
"Tom, wait," Kay interrupted gently, laying a restraining hand on Tom's
shoulder. "It's okay." As bad a friend as Miguel had been to Kay recently,
she had no desire to see him beaten into a pulp by Tom and his friends over
her. She took Miguel by the arm and steered him into a secluded area of the
cafeteria. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Kay, I don't think that it's a good idea for you to hang out with Tom,"
Miguel told her.
Kay raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Why do you say that?" she asked.
Miguel hesitated. There was an unspoken code among the varsity athletes,
which prevented them from telling outsiders about what each other did for
kicks. If anyone violated the code, their teammates would make their life on
the team miserable. They could put a spin on a pass, making the receiver look
like an idiot when they went to catch it. Or they could 'accidentally' wind
up with an elbow in the face, even though it was supposed to be a warm-up drill.
"I don't think he's your type," he replied evasively.
Kay had to keep her jaw from falling open. "You don't think he's my type?" she
repeated disbelievingly. "And what exactly is my type?" Inwardly, Kay thought
to herself, if he says Reese, I'm going to kill him.
Miguel shrugged cluelessly. "I don't know, Reese, maybe?" he suggested.
Oh, hell, no, Kay thought to herself. He did not say that. She smiled tightly.
"Reese, huh?" she remarked. She started to turn away, as if in disgust.
"Kay?" Miguel was confused. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly, Kay paused. That was the only warning Miguel got before her fist
connected with his face.
Miguel went down like a house of cards on a three-legged table. He blinked several
times in disbelief that Kay would actually hit him and looked up at her in shock.
"What was that for?" he demanded, rubbing his aching jaw. Kay could see a large
bruise already forming.
Meanwhile a group of students had gathered around as soon as Kay's fist went
flying towards Miguel's jaw. The cafeteria was rampant with whispering.
Kay rubbed her injured hand and glared down at Miguel. "Do you have a metal plate
in your head or something?" she asked.
Miguel's eyes widened with surprise. "You're mad at me for hurting your hand?"
"No, I'm mad at you for not getting it through your skull that Reese and I are
just friends," Kay retorted.
Miguel pulled himself to his feet. "And what about you and Tom? Are you 'just
friends' too?" he asked sarcastically.
Kay's eyes narrowed with anger and she reached back, intending to belt Miguel
again. Her fist was stopped when someone's hand clamped around her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Reese demanded incredulously.
Kay tried to wrench her hand free. "Trying to kill a rumor," she snapped,
glaring at Miguel, who was looking at Reese in confusion.
"You're trying to get suspended, is what you're trying to do," Reese corrected.
He turned to Miguel. "I think you need to be somewhere that's away from Kay right
now."
"This isn't any of your business," Miguel shot back, annoyed that a total stranger
had intruded on him and Kay.
Kay laughed humorlessly. "None of his business?" she repeated. She shook her head.
"You know what, Miguel? I really don't feel like kicking the crap out of you, so
this conversation is over." She took Reese by the arm and started to steer him away.
"You're going with him?" Miguel asked disdainfully.
Reese turned to look at Miguel. "Miguel, you really need to calm down before you
say something you'll regret," he said, before following Kay out of the cafeteria.
Miguel was left there staring after the two of them while he rubbed his injured jaw.
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When Miguel arrived at the cafeteria with Charity, he was disappointed
to see that Kay was already sitting with some other people. Miguel
narrowed his eyes when he recognized Tom Reeves and a few of his
buddies from the varsity soccer team. Tom was one of the most popular
seniors in the school, but in the sports circles, he had a reputation
of being a real player. He was constantly regaling his teammates with
stories of his 'conquests'. He would become interested in a different
girl every two weeks, and when he was finished with them, he would
break it off and embarrass them. The girls were usually too humiliated
to tell anyone what had happened, which only added to Tom's legend.
"Charity, I'm going to talk to Kay for a second," Miguel told his
girlfriend. "Save me a seat, okay?"
Charity smiled and nodded. "Of course, Miguel," she said. She gave him
a quick peck on the cheek before going to sit down.
Miguel made his way over to where Kay was sitting. Tom looked up and
grinned when he saw Miguel.
"Miguel!" Tom greeted him. He smiled snidely. "I hear you're going to
take the j.v. Hellcats to the finals!"
Kay glanced at Tom in surprise. His current attitude was a radical
departure from the nervous, hopeful senior she had spoken to earlier in
the day.
Miguel fought the urge to roll his eyes. Tom knew full well that Miguel
was captain of the varsity basketball team. Miguel knew that it irked
the older teen to have a junior as the team captain, rather than one of
Tom's senior friends. Instead of making a sarcastic remark, Miguel simply
said, "I was hoping to speak to Kay for a minute."
Kay had been pointedly avoiding Miguel's gaze, preferring to concentrate
on her tuna sandwich. She raised her eyes to look at Miguel, silently
telling him to continue.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you privately," Miguel explained.
"I'm busy," Kay replied shortly. In her head, she was repeating Noah's
words of advice.
"Please?' Miguel pleaded.
"God, get a clue, Lopez-Fitzgerald," Tom said scornfully. "Kay obviously
doesn't want to talk to you."
Miguel's jaw clenched. "Stay out of this, Reeves," he gritted out.
Tom's eyes narrowed as he got up from the table. "Now listen here, you
little-"
"Tom, wait," Kay interrupted gently, laying a restraining hand on Tom's
shoulder. "It's okay." As bad a friend as Miguel had been to Kay recently,
she had no desire to see him beaten into a pulp by Tom and his friends over
her. She took Miguel by the arm and steered him into a secluded area of the
cafeteria. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Kay, I don't think that it's a good idea for you to hang out with Tom,"
Miguel told her.
Kay raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Why do you say that?" she asked.
Miguel hesitated. There was an unspoken code among the varsity athletes,
which prevented them from telling outsiders about what each other did for
kicks. If anyone violated the code, their teammates would make their life on
the team miserable. They could put a spin on a pass, making the receiver look
like an idiot when they went to catch it. Or they could 'accidentally' wind
up with an elbow in the face, even though it was supposed to be a warm-up drill.
"I don't think he's your type," he replied evasively.
Kay had to keep her jaw from falling open. "You don't think he's my type?" she
repeated disbelievingly. "And what exactly is my type?" Inwardly, Kay thought
to herself, if he says Reese, I'm going to kill him.
Miguel shrugged cluelessly. "I don't know, Reese, maybe?" he suggested.
Oh, hell, no, Kay thought to herself. He did not say that. She smiled tightly.
"Reese, huh?" she remarked. She started to turn away, as if in disgust.
"Kay?" Miguel was confused. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly, Kay paused. That was the only warning Miguel got before her fist
connected with his face.
Miguel went down like a house of cards on a three-legged table. He blinked several
times in disbelief that Kay would actually hit him and looked up at her in shock.
"What was that for?" he demanded, rubbing his aching jaw. Kay could see a large
bruise already forming.
Meanwhile a group of students had gathered around as soon as Kay's fist went
flying towards Miguel's jaw. The cafeteria was rampant with whispering.
Kay rubbed her injured hand and glared down at Miguel. "Do you have a metal plate
in your head or something?" she asked.
Miguel's eyes widened with surprise. "You're mad at me for hurting your hand?"
"No, I'm mad at you for not getting it through your skull that Reese and I are
just friends," Kay retorted.
Miguel pulled himself to his feet. "And what about you and Tom? Are you 'just
friends' too?" he asked sarcastically.
Kay's eyes narrowed with anger and she reached back, intending to belt Miguel
again. Her fist was stopped when someone's hand clamped around her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Reese demanded incredulously.
Kay tried to wrench her hand free. "Trying to kill a rumor," she snapped,
glaring at Miguel, who was looking at Reese in confusion.
"You're trying to get suspended, is what you're trying to do," Reese corrected.
He turned to Miguel. "I think you need to be somewhere that's away from Kay right
now."
"This isn't any of your business," Miguel shot back, annoyed that a total stranger
had intruded on him and Kay.
Kay laughed humorlessly. "None of his business?" she repeated. She shook her head.
"You know what, Miguel? I really don't feel like kicking the crap out of you, so
this conversation is over." She took Reese by the arm and started to steer him away.
"You're going with him?" Miguel asked disdainfully.
Reese turned to look at Miguel. "Miguel, you really need to calm down before you
say something you'll regret," he said, before following Kay out of the cafeteria.
Miguel was left there staring after the two of them while he rubbed his injured jaw.