October 14, 2013 by Lyn
This guest story was provided by Wysteria. It comes after this.
Cabal was a stocky, black-haired teenager. Occasionally the air stirred as if disturbed by a phantom tail, wagging. Delorah was a willowy beanpole of a girl, a little black dress emphasizing the startling red of her long hair.
“Wasn’t that a little mean?” She asked Cabal, looking gorgeous even though she was frowning. He liked her pretty red hair.
“Maybe a little,” he agreed. “Was he a friend of yours?”
“I just met him.”
He grinned. “Then do you care?”
“I… maybe? Where are we going?”
“Classrooms first, then the gym, the cafeteria – you’ll know your way around faster than anyone else, I have a system.”
“It can’t be that hard.”
“You have a map?”
“It goes deeper than you think.” Changing the subject, he said, “Did that really bug you, back there?”
“I don’t know. He was being nice?”
“He was trying to take you home and spend some quality time brushing that hair of yours,” Cabal commented acerbically.
“Really?” Delorah glanced over her shoulder, intrigued.
“Hey!” He laughed. “I am too. He really does have girl trouble, I wasn’t lying.”
At her inquiring look, he continued, “At a school this small, everyone ends up dating everyone, and then you can’t get away from them at the end of the year. It’s super awkward, so if you see my ex, um, do consider running. Far, far away. Naberius, if you’re keeping track.”
“You’re moving too fast for me to keep track.”
“Sorry,” he said, stopping in the middle of the hall. “That’s a sucky tour.”
She patted his arm.
“You’re trying, I guess.”
His smile this time was smaller, but less flashy.
“Yeah, I am. This is the hallway. Often known for hall fights, but this section’s usually clear except some people use it to make out.”
Delorah grabbed him, pulling him with her up against a wall and kissing him full on the mouth. He was too surprised to kiss back, and then he was just surprised enough to kiss back.
“Hi – what?” He asked.
“If you want to come home with me and have me let you brush my hair, I have to see what you taste like.”
“Oh,” he said. “Obviously.”
“I’m new,” she said, kissing him again. “That doesn’t mean I’m….”
“A pushover?” He suggested.