Title: Another Brick in the Wall

Author: Lea of Mirkwood

Disclaimer: Own Kit, own the plot. They are mine. You take them and you die. Do not own The Faculty. I do not own Casey, although Christmas is coming up soon.

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Tuesday, December 1, 1998

"What a moronic existence."

Kit propped her feet up onto her desk and they were promptly knocked back onto the floor by Coach Willis. He glared at her in repressed fury. She sighed and glanced across the room. The only other people in the room were Gabe, Jason and Casey. The other three guys were slightly hunched over, their hands tightly balled up and pressed into their laps. Kit glanced over at Casey, who gave her a tight smile and looked back down. Kit sighed and spoke up.

"Coach Willis, could you clarify something for me? Could you explain to me exactly why Casey has to be here?"

Coach Willis whirled back around and stalked over to Kit's desk.

"What did you just say?"

Kit leaned forward. "I'm just wondering about the logistics of your decision. I understand why I am here, since I now understand that it is morally inappropriate and wrong to damage a guy's balls, and I understand why Santora and Carlson are here, for the same aforementioned reason, but to detain Mr. Conner simply because it was also his balls that were damaged is completely unnecessary. I can see the crime, though clearly not intentional but also completely unprevented, of the total lack of IQ points of Santora and Carlson over there, equal to the number on their jerseys-" Gabe and Jason had started to uncurl from around their injured balls and were staring at Kit with a hatred unrivaled since the French Revolution "-but what exactly was Casey's crime? Not being a football player?"

Coach Willis had turned purple.

"Would you like to see me here in detention tomorrow, young lady?"

Kit sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I don't know. I have to check my calender."

"There you go, young lady! I will see you tomorrow! You want another? You through?"

Kit lazily saluted. "Yes sir, Coach Willis, sir!"

He strode back to the front of the room. "I suppose you all think you're funny. I suppose you think you're so fucking amusing. Getting into a fight the first day back from Thanksgiving. I'd be giving thanks if I were you!"

Kit turned her hands up and cast her eyes heavenward. "Dear God, thank you for this detention, for the gum under my desk, for letting all us white people give the Indians blankets infected with smallpox and thank you, oh thank you, dear God, for putting me here in this God-forsaken hellhole. God bless Herrington. You want to give thanks for anything Casey?"

Casey sighed. "Thank god for that fucking flagpole. God bless the fucking football team. May their balls shrivel up," he muttered so only Kit could hear. Out loud he said, "Thank you Lord for the flagpole."

Coach Willis turned to his football players. "You all! I know you fool around. Everyone fools around. But you let a girl get the better of you. And you fought. That's why you're here today!"

The football players sighed and shifted in their seats.

"I think they kicked themselves in the balls!" put in Kit.

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Kit O'Connell

Who is sexy? Rob? You bet your cookies he is. Mmm...those wide shoulders, brown eyes...sexy. Very sexy. Let's see. Who else? Patrick Swayze. Stan. Stan is...I don't know. Cute. Not exactly SEXY, though. But cute.

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Casey Conner

Sexy. Delilah is sexy. She's also beautiful. Almost angelic. Lovely. I guess Kit could be sexy, too. I don't know.

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Zeke Tyler

Oh, you want to know who's sexy? Mrs. Brummell. Oh yeah, she is one sexy bitch. I don't know. New girl's sexy. That little blond girl she hangs out with is sexy too. Not Delilah. Too frigid.

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Wednesday, September 9, 1998

The phone was ringing. Kit groaned and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Kit. Hi. This is Mrs. McKay."

Kit frowned. Mrs. McKay? Why was Rob's mom calling her?

"Yes?"

Mrs. McKay soon cut to the chase.

"Kit, I am so sorry. But my son..." her voice cracked. "God, Rob..."

Kit paled. "Oh Jesus. Is he okay? Did something happen?"

"Oh! Oh, no, dear lord, he's well."

Kit groaned.

"But it's something. Look, you're such a sweet girl. I have always liked you as a match for Rob. But my son is doing something terrible. He's in there. With that cousin of yours. Hayden."

Kit laughed. "Mrs. McKay, I trust Rob. I'll love him forever. I trust him. And when he comes this Saturday, I'll prove it to him. Goodnight, Mrs. McKay. Thank you for thinking of me."

Kit hung up and rolled back over and reached under her pillow and pulled out a small box of condoms. Saturday. Her parents were going to be out. And she and Rob would be together for the rest of their lives.

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Thanks to all readers! Dundundun. More plot twists.