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Kiss with a Fist
“Hey Pines! H-how’s it feel to get y-your ass kicked by the-the geek squad?” Rick Sanchez said with a triumphant grin. Stan Pines grimaced and refused to answer, feeling ashamed that he got his ass handed to him by some fucking loser in gym.
“Whatever, soccer’s gay anyway.” Tyler shouted from the other side of the lockers. Stan glanced over at Rick whose expression was still as triumphant as the second he walked into the locker room. “You-you just got beat by the gayest sport th-then.” He said with a smirk.
“At least I can get a sentence out without stuttering.” Stan mumbled under his breath. Rick slammed his locker shut and walked over to Stan, he took a deep breath “At least I’m not a dumber version of my freaky twin. Y-you’re a fucking reject St-” he didn’t get to finish the sentence before Stan’s fist connected with his face. Rick staggered backwards and wiped the blood off his split lip. “Y-you wanna fucking go?” he shouted. A circle of guys appeared around them as they continued fighting. Stan clearly had more brute force than Rick, but Rick was faster and stealthier than Stan.
The gym teacher broke through the crowd of guys, “Pines! Sanchez! Main office, now!”
The two boys were dragged down to the principal’s office and left to sit outside while their parents were called, sitting at opposite ends of the waiting room. Stan glanced over at Rick and felt a pang of guilt when he saw his split lip. “You have a pretty good right hook, if only your aim didn’t suck.” Adding in the insult to even out the compliment.
Rick just shrugged in response. “I-I could have kicked your-your ass if I was sober” he said smiling, swinging his head around to give Stan a dopey grin. How did I not notice how red his eyes were? Stan thought to himself. Before the two could say any more to each other, a tall, lanky woman came into the waiting area.
“Ricardo Sanchez! We need to have a long hard talk about your behavior lately.” The woman, presumably Rick’s mom, announced, barely raising her voice. Stan couldn’t help but be confused by the woman’s appearance, there’s no way this is his mom. Mrs. Sanchez was nearly six feet tall and incredibly skinny. She had on white flats, a red and white striped scooter skirt that ended a little lower than her mid-thigh, a red half sleeved sweater, and a small white scarf tied off on the side of her neck. Her smooth, blond hair went just below her shoulders. She seemed so elegant, especially compared to her son.
Rick had on scuffed up black combat boots with his skinny jeans hastily tucked in; he also had plain baby blue t-shirt that matched his unruly, unkempt hair that ended at his ear piercing. Around his neck was a black choker with a Saturn charm on it and he had chipped black nail polish. “Catch you on the flip side, Pines.” Rick said, sticking his tongue out between a two finger salute. He went out the door with a wink.
Wait, a wink? There’s no fucking way he just…did he? What the fuck. Stan’s dad showed up in the door way with a pair of “Get in the car, now” eyes.
Later that night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, Stan still couldn’t get the image of Rick winking at him out of his mind. Why did it bug him so much? He’s not gay or anything, but why did he feel strange about it? Rick’s probably just fucking with him, right?