Reverse Rivalry

The Theatrics of Angst I

The gearshift in Skylar's hand was pulled back into 'park ' as he came to a slow stop in front of the Kierson's home.

It was a normal suburban house with a well-kept lawn. Skylar shoved his seatbelt back and attempted to leave the car when a familiar voice came from the back seat.

"Sit your ass down,"  Skylar turned his head to meet eyes that must have been cursing him to hell. Jale sat in the backseat with his right elbow settled on the window and his head leaning on his palm. His eyes were narrowed into slits. Skylar smirked.

Jale's lips curved into a sneer.

"I'll go get my sister, you can keep your fucking self in this car,"

"And why the fuck should I do that?" Skylar's eyebrows furrowed.

Jale ignored him and tugged the car door open aggressively. His feet slapped the pavement and then he slammed the car door shut with the strength of a fucking dinosaur. Skylar flinched at the manhandling of his car.

He knew Jale was dead set on interrupting this scandalous date he was dragged into by the principal. Skylar himself had forgotten about his promise to Vale, in fact,  he was too preoccupied with her knight in shining armor of a brother to give jackshit about her.

But what was once started must be seen to the end.

There was nothing like seeing Jale Kierson physically and mentally breaking in his sight. Skylar knew how overprotective the piece of shit was over his sister. He would take a bullet for the woman.

Skylar opened his car door too and sauntered out of it. He walked two paces faster than usual to catch up to Jale who was already at the door.

He stopped next to him and turned to stare at the golden boy's side profile.

"I didn't know you were the one taking your sister on a date,"

Jale's hands on the doorknob stopped then tightened around it. Skylar saw the boy's jaw lock and a small vein ran down his neck. Jale was on the verge of combusting. Skylar could see it. He could smell it like gasoline in the air. The boy had been suppressing that fire from the moment he was forced to be apart of this.

Jale's body was tense like a bow string being stretched to its limit, pull any longer and it might just snap.

Skylar slowly lifted his hands placing them on Jale's black jacket covered biceps then shoved him away from the door then stepped into his place. Jale stumbled over to the right, almost tripping on his tangled feet. He then gained his footing and turned menacingly to growl at Skylar.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Ask yourself that goddamn question, would Vale appreciate this pissy attitude?" Skylar rebutted glaring back at Jale. The only thing left for the dude to do was to piss all over Vale to mark his territory. A cord of displeasure strummed in Skylar's chest. Skylar huffed then straighten his jacket. He turned his head to the door pushing down the sliver of anger that rose in him.

Skylar had come prepared, prepared to wine and dine Vale Kierson even if she was just a chess piece on a chessboard.

A useful tool on this fantastical chess game he was playing against Jale Alexander Kierson.

"You got the fucking nerve,"

"Shut the fuck up Kierson, if there's one thing I never understood about you was your fucking obsession with your sister," Skylar blew out. He didn't turn his head to even look at the boy this time but he could feel the hostility. The boy's hands were clenched into fists. They were even trembling but his mouth remained closed.