It went the same way for a month and a half, but, over that time, they got to know each other a little better, day by day. Grayson learned about her MMA fighting and her affinity for vulgar humor, and she learned about his family and his love of pyrotechnics. The week after his mock exam, Moira was sitting in the library's windowsill cross legged, reading and listening to music. He snuck in quietly while her attention was elsewhere and crept up to her. She really wasn't paying attention because she usually caught him trying to sneak around.
When he realized she hadn't seen him come in, he rushed her, making his way in front of her before she saw him and grabbing her face before she processed what he was doing. Before she could object, he leaned forward and slanted his mouth over hers, pressing softer than she ever thought possible of Grayson. He just stood there for a second, his hands on the sides of her face and his lips pressed against hers. Then, he pulled away and she opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. He saw the opportunity and took it, leaning forward to press his open mouth against her open mouth and kissing her again, this time with a touch of tongue while their lips moved against each other's. Finally, he fully pulled away and she asked, "So what was that for?"
"I passed me mock exam! Pickwell burned da evidence she 'ad against me!"
Moira laughed and replied, "You could have just told me that. You didn't have to kiss me."
"You snogged me back so don't give me piss for dat."
"You're right. I suppose I did. Congratulations on passing your exam, Grayson."
Because he still had her face trapped between his hands and because she was still staring at him, he kissed her again, and again, and again.
"Point is, you lot need to watch your mouvs or we'll have to smash some cunts," Mitchell growled.
"And Ra ain't round all da time, chicken dipper. So dink about dat 'fore you try dat argument," Grayson warned.
"Ra? You have nicknames for each other?" Alfie spoke up, attempting to appear tough. "What does she call you, Frankie? What about you, Mitchy?"
"Mitchell and Grayson. We don't need no faggot nicknames. Innit dat right, Alfie?" Grayson grinned dangerously and Alfie took a step back.
"Look, sir, we just need you to stop talking about Moira Margaret. Cause we can take care of this ourselves, or we can tell her about it. Grayson'll just kick your ass. Moira Margaret will kick your ass, take your job, and make your life hell."
"I'm not afraid of a girl," Alfie sneered.
"Alfie, it's the only person Grayson's scared of. Innit a bit smart to stay on her good side?" Joe whispered.
"I'm not afraid o' 'er, you twat. I just know better dan to mess wif 'er," Grayson argued. "Mitchell's da one scared o' 'er."
"Whatever. She put you in an arm bar the first time you met her. Right kicked your ass, she did."
"Oi, shut up, you fanny. We're dealin' wif dese knobs now. We can talk about what Ra does or doesn't do later."
"Point is, fellows, Moira is off limits from now on, got it?" Mitchell refocused.
"Right," Alfie promised.
"Good. I've got shit to do," Grayson growled.
Mitchell and Grayson turned and left the room. Once outside, Mitchell asked, "You takin' Maggie home today?"
"Thought you were."
"We bof can."
"Right. You goin' to see 'er in da library?"
"Nah. I'm gonin' to go find Rem Dog."
"Fuckin' queer."
"Fuck off, you know I'm givin' it to her good."
"Yeah, dat why she comes to me?"
"Ay, you were second, remember that one, Grayson."
"Wank off, you knob."
With a few other parting jabs, Mitchell went to find Rem Dog and Grayson went to hang out with Moira Margaret in the library.
At exactly one thirty, Grayson and Mitchell were called down to Pickwell's office. Standing outside the door, they stared at one another. Mitchell asked, "What did you do now?"
"Didn' do nuffin' dis time. Nothin' dey can prove, least. What about you?"
"Nuffin' since I took those computers from Middleton last year."
"So why'd we bof get called den? Ain't broke anyding wif you."
They looked in the window and froze. Mitchell sighed, "Oh shit. What's Maggie doin' in there?"
"Don' know but she looks right tossed. We do anyding might got her in trouble?"
"What would we have done would have got her in trouble, you penis?"
"I don't fuckin' know. Come on. We better get in there and deal wif this before Maggie blows her fuckin' top."
Grayson and Mitchell opened the office door and Grayson led the way. Moira Margaret looked up from her glaring match with Pickwell. Pickwell said in her stout manner, "Boys, sit down."
"Moira, we dinnit do nuffin."
"Trust me, I know you didn't," she said crisply, glaring at Pickwell. "That's now that this is about, loves."
"Ugh," Pickwell snorted. "Hellians."
"Cunt," Moira Margaret spat back.
"Ms. Miller, watch your mouth when you speak to me."
"I don't watch my mouth when I speak to those beneath me."
Grayson and Mitchell looked at one another and then took their seats on either side of Moira Margaret. Pickwell glared at the three of them and ordered, "Ms. Miller, don't sit in the middle of them. The three of you are strange enough as is.
"We ain't movin'," Grayson sneered. "She stays dere, we stay 'ere."
"Mr. Grayson, the three of us are going to have a decent discussion and you are going to participate like civilized young adults instead of the usual monkeys you are."
"We'll participate alright, sir, but we ain't gonna be civilized if you make her move. She stays there," Mitchell spoke up.
"Fine, you little miscreants. Let's talk about the fact that the three of you are engaging in sinful, indecent acts against God."
"Oi, we ain't got Moira Margaret involved in nuffin' we been doin'," Grayson objected.
"I'm talking about the fact that she's dating the both of you, you ignorant piss ant."
"And what is wrong with that?" Moira growled. "We're not breaking any school rules."
"'cept dat time in da school water closet," Grayson snorted. Mitchell leaned over and high fived him, laughing while he did it.
"What was that?"
"Nothing you can prove," Moira replied quickly.
"You lot are the reason I keep lobbying for video cameras in the halls."
"Yes well, our relationship isn't against school rules, unless you've got evidence against us you can't hold us, and if my parents find out about this, they're going to lose their minds."
"If your parents found out that you're dating the school psychopaths, surely they'll lose their minds."
"My parents find my relationship a fresh exploration of my youth and sexuality so that won't work. They adore Grayson and Mitchell, they find them refreshing and creative. We all have dinner once a week. Find another threat, you minger."
"Ms. Miller, I do wish you would be more elegant with your insults. These two idiots are rubbing off on you."
"Look, let's cut this short. If I'm persecuted at this school, I can request to be transferred to a boarding school. There are a few in the area that would like for me to attend. Of course, if I'm transferred to a boarding school, that does mean I won't be home for Grayson and Mitchell to visit, and if they can't visit me, they're going to be rather upset, isn't that right, boys?"
"Ravver upset, Pickwell," Grayson agreed. "Might not be able to control me aggressive tendencies."
"Mmhmm. Don't know what I'd do wifout Moira Margaret here to keep me calm," Grayson agreed. "She's a calmer for us."
"The two of you will behave with or without Moira Margaret."
"I think we'd be too upset," Mitchell chimed in.
"Innit it dangerous to upset a psychopaf?"
"Fine. Seriously though, how in the hell did the two of you," she glared at Mitchell and Grayson, "convince her to date the both of you? I understand that young girls go for psychopaths at least twice in their life. I've had a fair share myself."
"Ew."
"Weren't you the psychopaf, miss?"
"Shut up, Mr. Harper."
"Listen, our relationship if none of your business or any person in this school's concern so we'd appreciate it if you'd keep your nose out of our matters."
"Was the fight last year caused by this?"
"Which fight last year?" Grayson asked.
"The one between you and Mr. Harper. Was it caused by this relationship?"