Title: Another Brick in the Wall

Author: She who is lazy and will start the fic now.

Enter another plot twist. This is once again, for all you Zeke fans. *chokes* Really, I hope you all know that I get no pleasure out of writing Zeke. He's so smooth it makes me want to go eat gravel.

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"Casey?" asked Kit in concern, reaching over to touch his shoulder. It had been a month since his mother had left, and Kit was worrying. He shrugged her hand off and shook his head. Kit leaned back in her chair and chewed on the end of her pencil. Casey sat still for a few more moments, then turned halfway in his seat and smiled slightly at her.

"800 people die each year chewing on pens," he said quietly, trying not to attract the attention of Mr. Tate. Kit grinned and put the pen down, leaning forward.

"So what's the deal?" she asked. "Come on, you've been quiet since you hopped off the bus! What is it?"

Casey shrugged. "Nothing. I'm just tired, that's all. Really."

Kit sighed. "If you say so."

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Kit walked out to her car to get her lunch the moment the bell rang. Unnecessary time in the school building, she had decided, was bad for her health. As she wove in and out of the lines of cars, she was met by a familiar persona nona grata in the popular crowd.

"Zeke?" she asked, not bothering to disdain His Druggie Highness. This definitely showed that Kit was worried, because on a normal occasion, she would seize any chance she got to tear down his drug dealer habit. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I don't know," he said lazily, putting out an arm to block her path. "I figured I'd like to talk with you."

Kit folded her arms. "About what?"

"I hear you're single now."

Taken aback, Kit wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything."

The trim brunette waved a careless hand. "I'm waiting for a point, Zeke."

"Nothing," he said smoothly, touching her shoulder. "Just the way you walk. The way your steps seem to eat up the earth."

Kit brushed his hand off impatiently. "That would be my Jurassic Park walk. Now come on, Zeke, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I like you, Kit." The taller man pulled himself up on the hood of someone's car. "I admit it would be a bit strange of me to like you and perhaps date you, since you're a year younger than me, but I'm willing to adjust."

"I thought guys like you liked girls who fit three qualities: young, big boobs, and brains the size of a roasted tic-tac. I only have the first one."

Zeke ran his fingers through his short black hair carelessly. "You underestimate me, Kit."

"No, I think you've got that backwards."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a really sexy girl?"

"That's a new one, actually." Kit tapped her foot on the asphalt.

"You certainly are. I mean, look at you. Tall, lean. You walk like you own the world, Kit. That's sexy." He said this as if he were reading facts about Nigeria, as though this was an undisputed thing.

Kit sighed and shook her head. "I am tall. Skinny. No hips. No breasts to speak of."

"That's a B-cup."

"How do you know?"

"I've picked the locks on the girls' lockers."

"Son of a bitch!"

"Delilah takes Xanax and Dexatrim," said Zeke, not missing a beat. It threw Kit off.

"She does?" asked Kit in an awed tone. "At the same time? What if she OD's?"

"It would serve her right, selfish bitch. Can I ask you something?"

Kit felt that the last five minutes had been something of a battle of wits. Neither of them had moved very much, but simply shot things back and forth at each other. "Go ahead." I dare you.

"Are you in love with Casey?"

The idea had never really occurred to Kit. "Uh...I don't think so," she replied slowly, while trying to process this question. Zeke seemed to realize that he had phrased this question wrong.

"I mean, are you either dating him, planning to date him, or sleeping with him?" amended the school Lothario.

"No, Lothario," snapped Kit. "I am not screwing my best friend, planning to screw my best friend or otherwise. And I think you suck for suggesting it."

"Naw," replied Zeke with a self-satisfied smirk that made Kit realize she should have phrased her response better. "I blow."

"You are a pig."

"But I have another question!" he cried as she started to walk away. Zeke reached out and grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back. She glared at him furiously, her green eyes sparking like firecrackers. In a moment she would explode, and when Kit exploded, knees tended to move into groin areas.

"What?" she spat. "What could you possibly say to me?"

"Will you go out with me?"

"Fuck off."

"Is that a yes?"

"No, Zeke," replied Kit, shaking her arm free. "That is not a yes. That is a no. A word spelled in the same way as the chemical compound nitrous oxide. N. O. No, as in not yes. No, as in 'I would rather date Mr, Tate." She turned on her heel and stalked away as fast as she could.

"Can I hold you to that statement about Mr. Tate?" he yelled after her.

"NO!"

"I love the way you walk!"

"I love the way my knee will hit your balls if you don't shut up and leave me alone!"

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Ew. Must go bleach hand. Ew.

UPDATED! Aren't we all happy? I sure am. Whew!