Title: Another Brick in the Wall

Author: Lea of Mirkwood

Rating: R, just in case anyone is opposed to the general idea of high school. And so I don't get sued for poisoning the minds of innocent children because I misrated my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Faculty. I only own Kit. ********************************************************************************************************************************

Casey woke up the morning of November first with a few revalations. One: This is not my room. Two: This is not my bed. Three: My head hurts and it also feels like it's been stuffed with cotton. Once he decided that he should get up and investigate the lack of familiarity in his surroundings, he sat up and looked down at the floor, then back up. Directly opposite him was a staircase. Seeing no better option, he decided to venture down it. The staircase ended in a kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table was Kit, in sweatpants and a Greengrass High tank. Her hair was piled in a messy, pre-coffee snarl on top of her head and her rectangular framed glasses were back on their usual perch on her nose. She was hunched over a pile of homework and college applications. He cleared his throat quietly. Kit turned around and grinned at him.

"Good morning!"

"Why am I here?" he asked, drawing a complete blank on the night before, the blank starting at about eleven p.m. Kit smiled in a strange way and nodded her head from side to side. She tilted her head downward and looked at him over the rims of her glasses.

"Why do you think you're here?" she asked suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. Casey's face reddened and he took a few steps backwards.

"Wh..what do you mean?' he stammered. Kit snickered and reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to the seat next to her. She leaned close to him and bumped her forehead into his.

"I'm just kidding, Casey. I wouldn't do anything without mutual consent."

Somehow, Casey found himself less than comforted by this response, which implied previous consideration.

"I'm…uhh…I knew that."

She cocked her head and smiled sweetly. "Sure you did."

He shook his head, clearing his mind of an image. "For a second, when you did that, you reminded me of…of…Delilah."

Kit shuddered and shook her arms. "Heaven forbid I ever use that phrase or pose again."

And there went the resemblance.

"Come on Casey. Let's go to the Waffle House."

"No, Kit, please, I just want-"

"Not listening!" called Kit over her shoulder as she pulled the car keys off the rack.

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"Truth or dare."

"What?"

"Come on, Casey. Truth or dare?"

"Why?"

"Casey!"

"Truth."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

Kit waited a few minutes, then, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Ask me truth or dare!"

"Truth or dare."

"Dare. No, truth."

"Uh," Casey mumbled, fiddling with a napkin. "Why me?"

"You're interesting. Truth or dare."

"I'm not going to pick dare, not with you."

"Someday you will. I'll make sure of it."

"Ha. Truth."

"Do you like Delilah?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

"You have to. It's the rules."

Casey bit his lower lip and looked down. "Yes," he said in a very small voice.

"HA! I knew it," laughed Kit, leaning back and nearly falling out of the booth.

"Truth or dare."

"Dare," grinned Kit.

"Ahh…..I dare you to…to…dress goth Monday."

"Done. Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"How long have you liked her?"

Casey's jaw dropped. "You can't ask me that!"

"Yes I can. How long?"

"Since…since I was sixteen. A year."

"Awwwww, ain't dat sweeeet?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why do you care?"

"So I can torment you. Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"You have pictures of her on your wall, don't you?"

"NO!……………………………yes."

"Awwwww, ain't dat sweeeet?"

Casey looked down at his lap, his cheeks pink and flushed.

"Truth or dare, Kit."

"Dare."

"I dare you to stop asking me about Delilah."

"Sure. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Kit reached over across the table and tilted Casey's face up.

"Are those contacts?"

"What?"

"Those pretty blue eyes. Are they contacts?"

He leaned away. "No, they are not."

Just then the waitress set down two large plates of waffle in front of them. Kit speared a piece of waffle with her fork and stuffed it in her mouth. Gesturing with her fork, she said around a mouthful of waffle, "I hope you know you snored."

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"Yes, Mr. Conner. The party lasted longer than anyone thought. I know Casey from a couple classes, and I thought I'd check and see how he stayed the night. A lot of people stayed at Gabe's. Yes, Gabe is a nice guy. He's on the football team. Uh-huh. Well I left early. Yes, he's right here. Want me to bring him home now? Okay. Thank you very much Mr. Conner. It was nice talking to you too."

Kit hung up the phone and turned to Casey.

"Have fun being grilled about the party. Just say you were watching movies in the den and fell asleep in the middle of Gone With The Wind. If they ask why you have a headache, your head fell on the remote control, plus some of the jerks had the music too loud in the other room."

"You seem to be experienced in this area."

"Let's just say I was a problem child in tenth grade."

"Why am I not surprised?" said Casey, rolling his eyes.

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Casey's father sat down at the sofa.

"I don't know what's gotten into you Casey," he said sadly. "I feel like I don't know you as well as I thought I did."

Casey's jaw dropped. "Dad, I-"

"Oh, do you hear yourself, Wallace!?" asked Casey's mother in irritation. "You sound like Ward Cleaver." (Those of you who saw the Leave it to Beaver movie know why this is funny.)

Casey's shoulders slumped. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't call, but I thought you would have been fine with it. None of the kids were in any shape to drive except the host, and he didn't have the car for the night."

Okay, so that was just a little lie. And there had been someone to give him a ride, but he hadn't been in any condition to be home, but he didn't think his parents would have been okay with him spending the night at a girl's house. Even if it was just Kit.

"Casey, we're not mad at you. We just want to you be a little more responsible."

Casey's jaw dropped again. Responsible??? I get straight A's!! he thought furiously.

"Now, Patricia, that's not it. He's plenty responsible. He just should be a little more thorough."

"Thorough?" echoed Casey in amazement before he could stop himself. His father glared at him and continued talking.

"Although now that I think of it, a little more responsibility would be nice."

"Dad, I just stayed the night."

"You broke your curfew!" roared his father unexpectedly. "Your mother was up all night worrying! I cannot believe your behavior!"

"Dad, I'm sorry. It was just one little mistake!"

"One little mistake, young man! Jesus, this is unbelievable. Goddammit, now my son's a juvenile delinquent. Is there anything else that can go wrong?"

"Oh," snapped Casey's mother, "so now that I've said he needs to be more responsible, it's your idea too?"

"I was not talking to you Patricia!"

Casey stared at his parents, shocked at his father calling his mother "Patricia." His father never called his mother Patricia. It was usually Pat or Patty. His father turned back to Casey and glared at him.

"You are grounded for the rest of the week!"

Casey stared at his parents in horror. He couldn't believe that this was his father spouting off all these TV Land cliches. Mrs. Conner pointed up the stairs and narrowed her eyes at her only son.

"Go to your room!"

Casey got up and slowly trudged to his room.

"No phone! No TV! No music! And none of your science fiction! I'll be up in a minute to remove all entertainment possible!"

Casey slumped down at his desk chair and leaned over, letting his head rest on the desk with a small thump.

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Kit flopped down on her bed and reached for the phone. She punched in a number purely from memory and waited.

Ring...ring...ring...

"Hello?" answered a deep male voice. A smile spread across her face as she took in the melody of the voice she knew so well.

"Hello...Rob McKay...you have been enrolled in the Obscene Phone Call of the month..." she said in a low voice, unable to keep the smile from creeping through into her voice.

"Kit! How are you?" asked Rob, the smile entering his voice as well. Kit giggled and kicked her leg out in pure happiness.

"Well, everything is normal- well, not normal, more like purely chaotic. Would you believe that there's some poor guy here that everyone picks on? They beat him up, they get him drunk and try to drag him off to do worse."

She could almost see him shrug. "Does he deserve it?"

"No, he's a really sweet guy! They got him wasted at a keg party I went to last night and I took him over here to let him stay."

"Oh?" asked Rob teasingly. "I hope you're not cheating on me with him."

Kit laughed. "You know I would never cheat on you! I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more."

"No, no, because I love you more..."

Kit giggled and then quieted. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Kitty."

Kit smiled. Rob had called her Kitty since the eighth grade, when they had hated each other, just to annoy her when she had been calling herself Kate. Then in ninth grade, it was still Kitty. Then in tenth grade, when she'd been Rinn, he still called her Kitty. Finally she shortened it to Kit, and it stayed that way.

"I love you and I miss you and you are going to pay for this long distance phone call. I have to go. Love you always!"

"Love you too."

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I am so sorry about the mis-uploads. I really don't know what happened. When I uploaded them it wouldn't put any lines in between quotations, so it was a big, nearly unreadable blob. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I don't know what's wrong with ff.net's uploading, but I did the same thing I did with the others that worked perfectly! If anyone else has had this problem, please let me know in a review. Thank you.