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pain.  And by doing so, that cocksucker broke the basic code of human conduct I hold inviolate:  You can do what you want to yourself, but not to others.  Not unless they ask for it . 
    My friends, The Asshole dismissed that golden rule.  Repeatedly and with sadistic pleasure he flicked it aside and ground it underfoot like a spent cigarette.  And that’s why I considered him evil, just like Uncle Ted and Harland Lee Wade and all those other Holt County pervies were evil.  In my book every one of those shit-eating maggots was hatched from the same putrid hole.  And that’s where I intended to send them-- back to the shit-pit from whence they crawled. 
    But we digress. 
     
     
    “G-G-Gottshit... G-G-Gottshit... ”
    The Asshole pressed his twisted smile closer, screwing his features into the most grotesque expression manageable, then came at Angeline again.
    “G-G-G-Gottshiiiiiit.” 
    The bell was now ringing for next period but Sister remained paralyzed at her locker.  There was nothing she feared more than Billy Quinn, but arriving late for class and having to explain her tardiness before a roomful of snickering classmates ran a close second.  For a painfully shy human being with a stutter, that was pure torture.  So Angeline summoned courage and tried opening her locker again.  This time The Asshole waited until she’d gathered her books before slapping them from her hands.   
    As the pack howled and rubbernecking students hurried past on their way to class, Angeline’s eyes remained fixed on the books and papers scattered at her feet.  She didn’t dare bend to pick them up either.  Experience had taught her that. 
    “C’mon, Billy, we should go, man.”
    Sister snuck a peek from the corner of her eye and spotted The Asshole’s little brother, Caleb.  I always thought that seventeen year-old looked more like a California surfer than a kid raised in East Bumfuck, Nebraska.  He had ice-blue eyes and a pleasant face framed by a thin goatee and shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair.  The youngest Quinn certainly wasn’t pretty-boy handsome, but he wasn’t hard to look at, either.
    “Carlson’s gonna shit if we’re late,” said Caleb, catching Angeline’s eye for just an instant. She quickly looked away.
    Billy considered his brother with that half-cocked smile, then bent closer to Sister.  “Think my little brother likes you, G-G-Gottshit.  What do you think about that, huh?  Wanna fuck him?”
    “C’mon, man, that’s bullshit,” Caleb fumed. 
    “Looks like Caleb’s got himself a new girlfriend,” Billy announced, jerking his thumb toward Angeline.  His three toadies chortled through mindless grins.  
    “Yeah, whatever,” Caleb muttered.
    “Whatever” mocked Billy.  He gave his brother a playful slap on the cheek then started down the hallway trailed by his dick-sucking sycophants.
    Once the pack moved on, Angeline knelt to gather her belongings from the floor.  She tucked the scattered papers back into their binders and was reaching for her Trigonometry book when her body stiffened at the sight of scuffed work boots beside her.  When she raised her head she found herself looking into the piercing eyes of Caleb Quinn.  The boy was squatting on his haunches, extending the textbook to her.  
    “Sorry about Billy,” he said with an apologetic smile.
    Sister was transfixed.  For her this was totally unfamiliar territory.  Except for the taunts of The Asshole and an occasional, “get the fuck away from me” from some of the other boys at school, no student with testicles spoke to her at Willowdale High.
    “Better take it,” Caleb smiled, wagging the book playfully.  “Wouldn’t do me much good.  I suck at trig.”
    An awkward moment passed before Angeline accepted the textbook, pressed it against her chest and hurried away like a whipped dog. 
    She glanced back only once, but the boy had already moved on.  
     
     
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