No Life Kid 2-4

The white lines of the interstate blurred as they raced past, devolving into a single strobing ribbon under the BMW’s wheels.  The speedometer remained constantly on the verge of threatening triple digits, the driver too casual for a speed that she wouldn’t survive. One hand rested on the leather-wrapped wheel, the other tapping a beat…

The wind shifted again through the clearing, blowing harder with the storm, as everyone took in a deeper scent of the specific, dusty musk of nomadic predators. Zander let the bat fall droop a bit further. Muscles coiled tight enough to snap a suspension bridge relaxed by a fraction of an inch as he prepared…

The final bell of the day rang with the potential energy of all three hundred hormonal bodies in Forks High; all the acne, AXE body spray and overpowering cologne washed over him as Zander Cray eased up behind the wave of exiting students. There was no need to join the rush, no need at all….

Steam hissed from a sauté pan, the kitchen alive with the smell of rosemary, onions and fish as the chef of the house went to work. Blue eyes tracked her from burner to burner, Alexis rushing through the cloud from each pan on the fire. A blonde valkyrie navigating her preferred battlefield, she did it…

One hand came up to adjust his glasses as the heavy door swung shut behind him, the sound a solid thunk that resounded loud in the misty quiet. The space from the front door of the Weatherell to the driveway was cleared in a single too-long step, skate shoes kissing the gravel as Zander Cray…

“-nd you know, me being a good friend, I told Lauren, like twice I told her. I said, ‘you can not wear that top, not with those jeans’ because, like, obviously it clashes, you know? But she was all like ‘It’s vintage, it’s s’posed to clash, Jessica’ and I’m like, vintage doesn’t mean good, it…