Ch. 22
"Hey Fox!" greeted the caller.
"What the HELL do you want!" demanded Fox angrily.
"Touchy touchy," responded Michael, not sure why Fox was attacking him. "I was just calling to see if you know where Theresa is? The last time I saw her was when she was dancing with you."
"Yes I do. What's it to you?"
"I'm worried about her. Is she alright?"
"HA! You're worried about her. Now that's funny coming from you."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Terry told me everything."
"Terry! What about Terry?"
"You know what? I would rather talk to you in person about this." Fox decided then that he would talk to Michael before he pounded him in the face.
"Fine. Meet me at my locker."
"I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
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"Can you at least tell me if Theresa is okay?"
"She's fine," stated Fox coldly. He couldn't believe that his closest friend was such a horrible person. How did he not realize this until now?
"Whoo! I'm glad," his features relaxed upon hearing the news. "Now....about Terry."
"Yes. Terry." Fox stepped closer to Michael until he was only about a foot away. Michael began backing up against the locker, sensing the anger Fox had towards him. Confused and shocked at the hatred directed towards him, Michael began to think about what he might have done that would possibly have Fox so ticked off at him.
Not able to figure out what was wrong, Michael put his hands up in defeat. "Look Fox. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
"Sorry. Sorry for what? Using Theresa for your own sick plans. How DARE you pretend to be sorry!" Fox balled his hand to a fist, ready to punch his ex-friend in the face, but let it drop to his side. Instead, he shoved Michael hard against the locker. "Don't you ever come near Theresa or me again! Do you hear me?!"
"What are you talking about?"
Fox saw the sad and confused look on the other person's face. Taking a moment to calm down, he soften his voice, "Are you telling me that you have no idea why I'm furious at you?"
"I have no clue. Honest."
Fox stepped back away from Michael. If Michael didn't do what Terry said he did, then...it finally dawned on Fox who was the true mastermind behind this whole scam. Smirking, he couldn't wait until he punished the person who made a mess of things.
"Hey Fox!" greeted the caller.
"What the HELL do you want!" demanded Fox angrily.
"Touchy touchy," responded Michael, not sure why Fox was attacking him. "I was just calling to see if you know where Theresa is? The last time I saw her was when she was dancing with you."
"Yes I do. What's it to you?"
"I'm worried about her. Is she alright?"
"HA! You're worried about her. Now that's funny coming from you."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Terry told me everything."
"Terry! What about Terry?"
"You know what? I would rather talk to you in person about this." Fox decided then that he would talk to Michael before he pounded him in the face.
"Fine. Meet me at my locker."
"I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
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"Can you at least tell me if Theresa is okay?"
"She's fine," stated Fox coldly. He couldn't believe that his closest friend was such a horrible person. How did he not realize this until now?
"Whoo! I'm glad," his features relaxed upon hearing the news. "Now....about Terry."
"Yes. Terry." Fox stepped closer to Michael until he was only about a foot away. Michael began backing up against the locker, sensing the anger Fox had towards him. Confused and shocked at the hatred directed towards him, Michael began to think about what he might have done that would possibly have Fox so ticked off at him.
Not able to figure out what was wrong, Michael put his hands up in defeat. "Look Fox. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
"Sorry. Sorry for what? Using Theresa for your own sick plans. How DARE you pretend to be sorry!" Fox balled his hand to a fist, ready to punch his ex-friend in the face, but let it drop to his side. Instead, he shoved Michael hard against the locker. "Don't you ever come near Theresa or me again! Do you hear me?!"
"What are you talking about?"
Fox saw the sad and confused look on the other person's face. Taking a moment to calm down, he soften his voice, "Are you telling me that you have no idea why I'm furious at you?"
"I have no clue. Honest."
Fox stepped back away from Michael. If Michael didn't do what Terry said he did, then...it finally dawned on Fox who was the true mastermind behind this whole scam. Smirking, he couldn't wait until he punished the person who made a mess of things.