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AN: I'll be putting some things in here that probably weren't around when the movies were made, like iPod's. Sorry if this bugs anyone, but I wouldn't be very good at writing about things I have no idea about. =) And thanks to all of those who reviewed!
Colt was brought out of his deep sleep as someone tugged his warm blanket away.
"Hey!" Colt sleepily yelled as he tried to snatch the blanket back, "Give it back!"
"Get up, and maybe I will," Rocky said with a smile, "We need to be at school in fifteen minutes."
Realizing his brother wouldn't let him go back to sleep Colt groaned and rolled off the top bunk, landing heavily on his feet.
He sat in the back of his brothers car, plugged into his iPod, trying to ward off any more lectures. Being told off was bad enough, adding morning grouchiness to the mix was just screaming for trouble.
They pulled into the school parking lot just as the first bell was ringing. Colt gave his brothers a half wave as he trudged off to class.
Whoever decided it was a good idea to put teenagers in a math class this early in the morning was insane. How much did they expect them to remember.
Colt slumped into his seat, wondering why he was more tired today than he usually was. Maybe it was all the talking to's he had received the day before. Looking remorseful when not feeling sorry at all was hard work.
"Colt? Would you please come to the board and do problem seven?" Mrs. Care said pleasantly.
Colt shook his head, "I'd rather not."
Mrs. Care's smile slipped a little as she said, "Well, then could you at least tell us the answer?"
Colt crossed his arms and slid down in his chair, "That depends. I could make up an answer, but I get this feeling you wanted the correct one. If that is the case I suggest you call on someone else."
The teacher frowned at Colt for a second before turning to another student, "Cladia, Would you please do number seven?"
Colt got through the rest of his classes without any other human contact, other than the unavoidable bumps in the crowded hallways.
He walked briskly over to his brothers car and leaned against the passenger side door.
Soon the parking lot was nearly empty, but still Rocky hadn't shown up. Colt was about to go look for his brother when someone walked around the car to stand in front of him.
It was Charles. With a sneer that could almost curdle milk. It seemed he hadn't liked getting beaten by a kid younger than him.
"You sure are lucky Mr. K showed up when he did," Charles snarled.
"Oh, yeah?" Colt said uncrossing his arms as he stepped away from the car, "I was about to say the same thing to you."
Colt realized that having a confrontation when he was in such a fowl mood was really bad. He could hardly control his anger on a good day. Today he barely had his finger tips around his anger. If something started there was no way he would be able to get a grip before he seriously injured the moron.
Deciding it was probably best to warn Charles of this Colt said, "I'm not in the mood today. Why don't you get back to me in about a week?"
Charles chuckled, "Oh, no. Pony Boy. I think we need to settle this today."
What exactly needed to be settled was beyond Colt, but he was in a bad mood. He wasn't going to listen to any sort of common sense and decided to give the jerk what he was looking for.
He took a step closer to Charles raising his chin, "Make it happen," He said quietly.
Charles swung a fist, similar to the lazy, slow punches that were thrown at Colt yesterday.
Colt could have easily dodged the sloppy punch, but decided at the last second to let it connect. His head snapped to the side as he tasted a hint of coppery-ness. He ran his tongue over his teeth to see where the blood was coming from before he grinned at Charles.
"Now it's my turn."
Colt started to get in a fighting stance when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. At the same time he heard a shout.
"Colt!" The voice was very familiar, and at the moment, very unwanted.
Colt almost growled in frustration as his brother ran into him, almost knocking him over. Rocky got in between Colt and Charles, and pushed Colt up against the car.
"Colt! Jeez man! What is up with you?" Rocky asked in a strange angry calm voice.
When Rocky felt his brother stop struggling, he released him and turned to face Charles, "Get out of here, dude."
Charles gave Rocky a glare before, moving his eyes towards Colt, "It seems you dodged a bullet again."
Colt felt the fire of anger ignite in his stomach at these words. He launched at Charles yelling.
Unfortunately, Rocky was still in between the two and he caught his brother before he could get close enough to Charles to do any damage.
Rocky managed to keep Colt away from Charles long enough for Charles to make a few more stupid remarks before he sauntered off.
After Charles was out of sight, Rocky slowly released his brother.
Colt shoved Rocky away, "Why do you always have to butt in?" He yelled as he paced a few steps away. He pivoted and stalked back towards his brother still seething, "Why can't you just stay out of my business!"
"Because if I did that, you'd probably be going to some military school," Rocky replied calmly.
Colt shot a cold glare at his brother.
When Colt didn't respond Rocky said, "Let's just get home."
The two got in the car, left the school parking lot, and headed for home.