missing puzzle piece [c]

Lunch was vitally important for Heath. The cafeteria was loud, overcrowded, and perfect for running illicit activities. Whether it was getting the heads up someone wanted to buy or perform a trade, most people didn’t really notice much when there were so many students around. Despite all this lunch had been quiet. The blonde focusing more on his chicken tenders and smiley potatoes instead of bothering with conducting business. Sometimes one had to prioritize and keeping his stomach quiet during lessons was highest on the list right now. The blonde dipped a half bitten chicken tender into some ketchup and lifted it up to his mouth. And then his phone pooted and vibrated on the table. Heath sat, mouth still open as the chicken finger slipped form his fingers and plopped back down onto his disposable tray. Despite the phone being locked, he could still read the message.

A quick flurry of emotions registered on Heath’s face before he finally settled on anger. The boy clenched his fists, gripping his slacks as his jaw clenched. He stood up glaring at the students in the cafeteria trying to track down the idiot that had sent him such a stupid text message after going radio silent for months. Head swiveling for a good two minutes he left his seat once he spotted the ginger. He approached quietly, letting his anger simmer in case it wasn’t the right girl. He didn’t want to end up yelling at someone he didn’t know. But the closer he approached the more familiar the back looked. Heath put his hand on her shoulder peering at the girl’s face before grimacing. He’d been right after all. His hand moved from her shoulder to the collar around her neck and he gripped it tightly. “How do you get off on going missing in action for months without notice, you small sack of shit?” the blonde growled eyes on the smaller girl.

Heath felt his eye twitch at the nickname. He gave the girl a hard shake. All these months he’d been vaguely worried about her and this was how she greeted him? Not like he was any better but she started this by dropping of the map entirely. No skype, no text, not even a fucking letter. What was he supposed to think? What were any of the supposed to think? The relief as seeing her was being obscured by the girl’s prodding and he squeezed his fist harder, tightening his grip on Carynn’s collar. He ignored the eyes on him, lifting his eyes only once to silence some other male in line that had piped up to say something. “Shove it before shove her up your ass.” He growled, attention shifting to Carynn. He was upset but more so at the fact that he couldn’t do anything to hurt the girl. It wasn’t because being in public hindered his ability to act. No the girl simply adored the attention. She had ever since she was a kid and he’d never been able to shake her before of it.

“What’d you do Valentine?” the blonde snarled intent on getting an explanation for months of silence. She couldn’t just pop up out of nowhere and expect everything to be peachy. Though, he doubted she really cared all too much either way. He wouldn’t put it past her to have already started picking up information on the rich kids in school. Business over personal or whatever. He bristled as she continued giggling. The very act of arrogance grating the little patience he had left for the girl. He shook the girl once more, briefly, only to have his angle of vision chaged. Had she just? Without really thinking about it he lifted his other hand and punched the side of her stupid, tiny head. “Kinda hard t’wipe my own ass when there’s a lack of fuckin’ toilet paper, you bitch.” He returned, beginning to tremble in anger. Normally, Heath Ambroise was the last person to lay a finger on even a hair on Carynn’s head, but today he really couldn’t contain it. Carynn probably knew this and she was doing her best to milk the spectacle, which only served to further piss him off more.

“I’d take a shit on it first.” He growled lifting the girl up and shaking her even more. “Listen you pint sized sack of shit, stop fucking around and take this seriously for once!”

The blonde waited for Carynn attention to shift back to him, ignoring the bystanders having already snarled out a warning before. He wasn’t about to shout another one again. Despite her being the one that had started the entire adventure in illegal activities that was the Bling Ring, Carynn Valentine didn’t seem concerned in the least that one of her dealers was tanking hard in his businesses. She probably still had a bit of cash left on her somehow. Once it ran out she’d start caring. “Hiking prices only works for so long.” He explained quickly. He flinched at her sudden yelling grimacing, waiting for her masochistic reaction to end. But it didn’t.

Heath’s blood seem to run cold and he immediately felt disgusted as she continued with her gross panting and even more suggestive statements. “Ughh, Carynn stop getting wet on me.” He hissed, loosening his grip on the girl’s shirt and shuddering. This was exactly why he had stopped being aggressive with her. She utterly enjoyed every moment of it and it creeped him out to no end. Affection or not, this was one habit he absolutely hated, especially when directed at him. He let her go, wiping his hand on his slacks as if he was afraid he’d catch cooties off the ginger. “You’re fuckin’ impossible you know that?” he snapped, visibly shivering once more. He hadn’t been this grossed out in years and a little voice inside him laughed at him, told him to embrace this moment so he’d never make the same fucking mistake again. He felt eyes on him once more as Carynn’s spectacle worsened, and his own eyes slowly moved away from his friend and onto the students near him. Anything but Carynn would do.

His eyes snapped back to Valentine as her tone changed and he felt his hand twitch. He didn’t even consider wanting to avoid her disgusting reactions and simply grabbed her by her collar and her skirt and lifted her wordlessly before heaving and tossing the small girl onto a table, not caring the scene it made, not caring about the chicken tenders and smiley face potatoes wasted. “Y’can fuck RIGHT OFF like the gluttonous WHORE FOR PUNISHMENT YOU ARE, FUCKING CUNT.” He yelled flipping off the girl not caring if she was even conscious to see. Lips curled back into a visible snarl and his eyebrows furrowed together and he stared angrily at the girl’s retreating form. He panted after the outburst before pausing. “Oh…fuck…” He muttered the realization dawning to him. He hadn’t attacked Carynn like this since they were children. And the years had only made her worse. The fire in him was immediately doused, and he felt chills running down his spine. Without a word he turned on his feet and broke into a sprint towards the cafeteria doors. He needed to escape. Immediately.