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Feb. 1st, 2016 06:50 pmThey were supposed to be working on the car today. That's all they ever did. All five of them. Unless Danny was the one off on his own, running track in secret. But it was always the whole group or him alone. That night had been bugging him for a while. Kenickie going off with Rizzo like that. Sure, Danny had bailed on everyone, but it still wasn't right. Even if he and Rizzo were ancient history. Even if he was on and off with Sandy. He didn't even know where they were at anymore. But something about this just ate at him too hard to leave alone. The worst part was that he had to hear the real truth of it fall out of Leo's mouth in a snide remark.
That's really what had him waiting outside Kenickie's last class when he was supposed to be headed off to track practice soon. He'd pushed it down, best as he ever good. Then Leo had to go and remind him of it. Something about passing Rizzo around like a party favor. Danny paced the hall near the door. He didn't even know if Kenickie was in his class today, for all he knew the guy had skipped out after lunch to neck under the bleachers.
As the final bell rang he ran his hands over the sides of his hair, trying to calm himself down. By the time the door opened, he was leaning against the lockers opposite the door with his hands in his pants pockets. He still looked so irritated that some of the girls exiting the room looked started and hurried on their way. But he didn't care about them. He pushed himself back properly to his feet when he saw his target.
"'Ey, Kenick," he said, sounding even less happy than he looked. "We gotta talk."
That's really what had him waiting outside Kenickie's last class when he was supposed to be headed off to track practice soon. He'd pushed it down, best as he ever good. Then Leo had to go and remind him of it. Something about passing Rizzo around like a party favor. Danny paced the hall near the door. He didn't even know if Kenickie was in his class today, for all he knew the guy had skipped out after lunch to neck under the bleachers.
As the final bell rang he ran his hands over the sides of his hair, trying to calm himself down. By the time the door opened, he was leaning against the lockers opposite the door with his hands in his pants pockets. He still looked so irritated that some of the girls exiting the room looked started and hurried on their way. But he didn't care about them. He pushed himself back properly to his feet when he saw his target.
"'Ey, Kenick," he said, sounding even less happy than he looked. "We gotta talk."
