Title: Another Brick in the Wall
Author: Lea of Mirkwood
Rating: R, for reality.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Faculty. I only own Kit.
I DON'T SEE A CATEGORY YET!!!!
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Thursday, September 10, 1998
"Hey, uh, Kit. Is that your name? Kit?"
Kit slowly turned around to face the captain of the football team. Stan smiled a little.
"That was cool what you did the other day. I've never seen Del so pissed."
Kit nodded. "Uh, thanks, I guess."
"Yo Stan!" called Gabe from down the hallway, and tossed a football at Stan, who caught it easily. He jogged up and slapped Stan on the shoulder.
"Hey, Gabe, this is Kit."
"Yo, Kit."
Casey exited the bathroom a few feet away, once again holding the tissue to his bloody nose that had almost become a permanent fixture. He saw Kit talking with Stan and Gabe, and the look of betrayal he futilely tried to hide was heartrending. Kit turned abruptly back to the two football players. She put her hand on Stan's shoulder.
"Stan , you're an okay kind of guy," and then she removed her hand and turned to Gabe. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go speak to an actual human being, not some violent, prejudiced, pathetic excuse for one."
She walked around them and over to Casey, putting her arm around his shoulders and leading him off, away from the laughing Stan and the open- mouthed Gabe. Casey couldn't help but smile. Though rare, Kit did have her cool moments.
Sorry so short! I just had to redeem Kit in Casey's eyes, and show that she's not really just a bitch.
Also, Kit and Casey are just friends. Awkward friends, but friends. Kit has no romantic intentions towards Casey of any kind. She just wants people to stop picking on him. And as for the hugs, and the hand, and the shoulder thing, Kit is just a very physical person.
Author: Lea of Mirkwood
Rating: R, for reality.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Faculty. I only own Kit.
I DON'T SEE A CATEGORY YET!!!!
**************************************************************************** **********
Thursday, September 10, 1998
"Hey, uh, Kit. Is that your name? Kit?"
Kit slowly turned around to face the captain of the football team. Stan smiled a little.
"That was cool what you did the other day. I've never seen Del so pissed."
Kit nodded. "Uh, thanks, I guess."
"Yo Stan!" called Gabe from down the hallway, and tossed a football at Stan, who caught it easily. He jogged up and slapped Stan on the shoulder.
"Hey, Gabe, this is Kit."
"Yo, Kit."
Casey exited the bathroom a few feet away, once again holding the tissue to his bloody nose that had almost become a permanent fixture. He saw Kit talking with Stan and Gabe, and the look of betrayal he futilely tried to hide was heartrending. Kit turned abruptly back to the two football players. She put her hand on Stan's shoulder.
"Stan , you're an okay kind of guy," and then she removed her hand and turned to Gabe. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go speak to an actual human being, not some violent, prejudiced, pathetic excuse for one."
She walked around them and over to Casey, putting her arm around his shoulders and leading him off, away from the laughing Stan and the open- mouthed Gabe. Casey couldn't help but smile. Though rare, Kit did have her cool moments.
Sorry so short! I just had to redeem Kit in Casey's eyes, and show that she's not really just a bitch.
Also, Kit and Casey are just friends. Awkward friends, but friends. Kit has no romantic intentions towards Casey of any kind. She just wants people to stop picking on him. And as for the hugs, and the hand, and the shoulder thing, Kit is just a very physical person.