Reverse Rivalry

This Is No Longer A Game

The hallways were silent and the remaining students around their lockers tried to be conspicuous and listened in. A suffocating atmosphere seized the air, making the student's back muscles tighten. This wasn't the first they had to deal with a Lain and Kierson situation. It was a common occurrence. What was unusual was Malcolm.

The shock on Greg's expression rivalled Jale's ashen mortified one. The boy went paper pale. Jale was too stunned to react to the situation and Skylar had never felt more amused in his life. He smirked lifting his chin to stare down at Greg. The message should have been clear.

Their faces were circus worthy. They could entertain a bored crowd. Skylar didn't even know what words he said himself. He just knew Greg was an eyesore.

Skylar enjoyed control.

On his board, every chess piece had its place. They only moved when he wanted them to, only moved where he needed them to.

A piece shouldn't move on its own, shouldn't have its own will. Pawns held no power, they were only accessories to victory. When it became useless,  it's sacrificed.

Skylar stared down at the pathetic trembling mess before him. Those wide glistening glass-like eyes could kill, especially a weakminded man like Jale. Words must have left him. The boy must have been struggling to formulate a response. Skylar wanted to laugh comically but he refrained. He stepped up beside Jale brushing his shoulders against his arm.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jale whispered to him seemingly incapable of producing a higher pitch. Skylar knew the stupid jock was only surprised because he never thought words like that would come from his mouth and would include him in it. In fact, even the notion of it was absurd but a bubbling irritating feeling was violently rumbling in his gut from Jale's reaction, even though it was expected. The idea wasn't that far fetched. Skylar felt his laid back disposition crack a little.

Skylar prided himself at being an information hound. No matter what means, unscrupulous or illegal, Skylar would obtain it so eavesdropping was nothing.

He remembered clearly how the bastard rushed up the stairs to take that call. Skylar had glimpsed the caller id out of the glint of his eyes. He had groaned internally, even rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head, he recalled his earliest childhood memories.

Greg Malcolm was like a dog searching for a bone. Skylar had a certain hatred for pests. Especially ones, who meddled with things that were his.

Skylar moved a minute after the door of the bathroom came to a close. He made sure his footsteps were silent. He reached the door and leaned on it making sure his weight didn't cause it to squeak. Fortunately, the dumb jock was leaning back on the other side so the door was steady. Skylar stuck his ears on the door.

He couldn't hear a word the Malcolm boy was saying but he could hear Jale's voice crytsal clear. It sounded, astounded. Skyler had wanted to know what the fuck they were talking about. Skylar's hand on the door curled into a fist. Jale's voice was devoid of that grating, deep growling angry tone it always graced Skylar with. Not an ounce of hostility. The boy sounded like a shy teenager.

"Yeah, I'm free on Monday, "

Skylar's eyes narrowed. Just that one sentence had concluded the reason for that call. It floated up Skylar's ear canal and rang sirens in his brain.

Skylar eased off the door. He stared at it for a solid minute then swiftly turned on his heels. He pulled his phone out of his pants and entered his messenger.

Skylar: Mr Pell, do we have any tasks to do on Monday?

Mr Pell: Student, it is midnight.