My Lawyers Made Me Change The Title Of This Chapter So I Wouldn't Get Sued

Phil smirked as he watched Keely call him from across the hall. There was a mass of kids blocking her path to Phil, and it was beginning to visibly annoy her.

So, with a quick swipe, she slammed her cane into a locker door. It made a rather large dent in the door, and an even louder crashing sound. The entire hall fell silent and looked at her. She started walking towards the large blockade of people, and people scrambled to get out of the way. One boy was unfortunate enough to trip, and Keely trampled him. Luckily for him, she wasn't wearing heels.

"Hey, Phil," she said, as she lurched up to him.

"Wow," he said, looking at the large mass of what he realized were eighth graders, all of whom were looking at Keely, warily.

"Wow, what?"

"You just… trampled that kid."

"Did I?" Keely asked, in mock confusion. "Please… he had it coming… plus, he fell down. It was only fair."

"Right…" Phil muttered.

"Say, I meant to ask… did you ever figure that--"

Phil knew what she was talking about, and answered, "Yeah, Via helped me."

"Via? You told Via that you're from the…" Keely had been shouting, and barely caught herself before she shouted 'future'…

"Yeah," Phil said, dismissing it with a shrug.

"But… She…"

"It's okay, Keely…"

"But now I'm not the only one that knows…" Keely said, a hint of disappointment to her voice, handling her cane by the base, holding it like a golf club.

"Don't worry, Keely… she would've figured it out…"

"How do you know," Keely said, looking up at him.

Phil sighed. Via had said it was alright if he told… "Well, Via's from the future, too," he said, simply.

"VIA'S FROM THE-" Keely caught herself again. "…East… Anglia region of England?" she covered, as people gave her strange looks.

Phil nodded. "She was born in 2105... Just a year before me…"

"Really?" Keely asked, taking a golf swing with her cane.

"Yep," Phil said, pretending to watch the ball she would've hit, had they actually been on a golf course.

"Wow… well, I guess I don't feel too bad about you telling her then," Keely muttered, preparing to take another swing.

"Hey, you two," Via said, walking up to them. Keely, who was just bringing the cane back, let go of the cane, letting it fly while squealing, "Hey V!"

"Keely," Via said, as a kid across the hall screamed as the cane collided with the back of his head.

Keely realized that she had let go of her cane, and looked at Phil, gesturing to the hall where her cane had flown.

Phil sighed, and went to retrieve the cane. "Thanks, Philly-Willy," Keely called after him. "People will do anything for a cripple," Keely added to Via.

"So I've noticed…" Via said, as Phil came jogging back with the cane.

"How do you know?

"It's because of our superior brain-power," Phil said, putting an arm around her shoulder, while he gave Keely the cane. "Also… I think you knocked out a seventh-grader back there…"

Keely nodded. "You future people may be smart… but you… don't have these," she said, taking out her medicine, and taking a pill. She then mimed shaking more out of the bottle, and downing them. Phil shook his head, smirking. "This is what you need, Phil," Keely said, slipping the small container away. "You need to lighten up."

"By taking drugs?" Phil asked.

"They're not drugs, they're narcotics…"

"Narcotics are drugs," Via said, furrowing her brow.

"Sure, they are," Keely said, patting Via's head. "…and you'd love to have some, wouldn't you?"

"No…"

"Well too bad! You can't have any!"

"I don't think she wanted any…" Phil muttered.

"Oh really?" Keely asked. "Hey, Phil… I want to look something up on your Giggle when you get home, okay?"

"Uh… okay…" Phil said, remembering something he'd planned to look up on the Giggle himself.

Okay… I guess I'm going to end this chapter now. It's really just a bridge into the next one… Plus, I'm a little tired of writing for tonight, so… I publish chapter now.