It’s best to
listen when your conscience comes calling. Sadly, my conscience could only buy
my undivided attention by physical means: the two people in my path to Dallas.
All things considered, I likely could have shed my "blockers" and
beat some better manners into the fiend. Instead I peered at Vinny and Matt who
wrestled to overtake the fidgeting brute together, and ceased my obsession to
dodge the blockade.
"Get your greasy mitts
off!" he squeaked defiantly. Tubby little Matt looked like he was having
trouble controlling one thrashing arm, while Vinny nonchalantly corralled his
right.
"Be
a team player, huh, Kevin?” Vinny chided. “The chips aren't in our favor to
begin with."
"Sure, we've been dealt a bad
hand, but I bet if we traded in that card," I jerked my head towards
Dallas, "we'd end up with a better deck."
At
this, his face twisted in fury. Color flooded into his cheeks and he erupted,
gushing incoherent babble.
The two tallest Crowley siblings
positioned themselves in my line of vision, significantly relinquishing my
inward inferno. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that I was now
preoccupied with the striking qualities of Pheonix.
Her fierce
features were emphasized by the hazy atmosphere. Feathery, orange hair framed
her lean face and glided past her shoulders. Pale arms dusted with freckles and
muscle-definition were firmly planted onto my shoulder. The two hot coals that
were her eyes arrested my aggression and melted my original ploy away.
"What are you doing?" she
whispered. "Your childish games could put us all in jeopardy. If you are
against one of us, you are against us all. Don't get all self-righteous just
because the opportunity arises to pat yourself on the back. Got it?"
She
had a reputation for deterring people with that Ghost Rider glower.
I nodded.
Self-righteous!? Everybody seemed to
think I was being inconsiderate by trying to do "justice" on
Too-Cool-for-School over there. But I wasn't going to bark at her, not with my
amiable affections for her in the way. If I did talk back to her, she would respond
by biting my head off. I couldn't seem to find my voice anyway. Childish? Ouch.
Sigh.
She had a point. My tactic to exploit the group's isolation had failed;
regardless of the place, it still made me look like an ass.
"Give it up man," added
her little brother Rocky. Although seventeen, he was seventeen months younger
than her, and she wasn't about to let him wander off into some danger zone
alone, even if he was a brick wall. Being the eldest of four she watched them
like a hawk.
"Do I look like I'm still in
attack mode? Go gang up on Dallas. Sheesh guys, Matt looks like he's riding a
merry-go-round," I brought to the Crowleys' attention.
Averting their gazes, they beheld
the scene. There was Matthew Shore jackknifing all over the place, barely
hanging onto a custom-fit, faded blue, button-up jacket sleeve. He looked a
little green. “Oh.” they both remarked at the same time and released me.
He saw them. A look of relief seeped into
Matt's widened eyes. He wilted and plopped rather loudly into the water. He was
slightly overweight and sometimes the slightest exertion left him in need of a
breather.
As far as
Vinny went, he was slim, not as trim as his prisoner, so when Matt suddenly
aborted, the still smoldering Dallas virtually wrenched free--only to notice
two giants were swiftly approaching.
All the resolve to reach me vanished
from his face. His breath came in uneven gulps. He acknowledged that he was at
an impasse and flipped me the bird. "You'll pay Longoria. Big time,"
he uttered, shaking off the last of Vinny's hold.
Hostility crackled in the air like
ice creaking in the wind, as his glassy orbs rained daggers at me. That was not
good. Outside the arena, back in everyday territory, I had just earned an
exclusive place on The Man's list. My sporadic spell had just cost me peace of
mind for who knew how long. But like I said, the grudge wouldn't be anywhere
near as severe this way. I'd just have to keep a sharp look out. He'd never come
at me using shame as means of torture. I was sheepish but being humiliated set
off an otherwise dormant bomb within me. So most likely, when a time came in
which I might need his helping hand, he'd spit in my face--unless I was
underestimating the atom that made up his heart.
Buck was propped up against a mossy
tree trunk delighted as ever, but perhaps a smidgen disheartened that the
scuffle had ended rather peacefully, not living up to all its ugly potential.
Matt strained to take the offered hand of Pheonix. His gray pants did an
imitation of a waterfall as he rose sluggishly. We were all standing more or
less in a circle, aside from Dallas who had stormed off hastily in the
direction of our destination.
I
clapped Matt on the back. "See, not so funny when it affects you.”
"You
caused it to happen," wheezed Matt.
Pheonix
chimed in, "More like not funny in the slightest."
"I
thought it was awful cute how you two got along back there," Buck mused as
he stretched and yawned.
"I
must applaud your social skills," Vinny inserted.
"Nobody
asked for your inputs," I shot back.
Rocky snorted teasingly. “Inputs?”
I rubbed at my forehead, suppressing the
urge to argue fruitlessly, and espied Dallas’ outrage instead. His custom
jacket sleeve had a rip in it. It must've bothered him. Yay for trivial victories! He obviously must've felt cool strutting
around in it, casually thrown open to reveal his black T-shirt, because it
would be the permanent death of cold if it visited here in Florida, in May.
I
shifted the focus. "Let's go."
Still
impishly bickering, we resumed our stroll deeper into the bog.
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