Blink: 2

For Rick, and everyone else, High School was a mine field. Big Brother was watching and unforgiving. The other kids were watching even closer and constantly appraising each other. Their punishments were far worse than 'the man's' and were dealt out based on a highly subjective and suspect rules.

Rick was a junior, just few short months away from becoming part of the feared rule makers club. He barley fit in, and only then because his father had made millions in advanced AI technologies.At this moment his father's other children were mapping Mars and constructing the first base camp on the surface of another planet.

Needless to say, Dad was not around much. Even after the millions were made there was a family image to create and uphold. Philanthropist, Explorer, Leader. Rick had mentioned to him on a number of occasions that father was missing from the list. His father had responded in an end of discussion tone, “Be your own man. What I am to you should have little to do with who your decide to be.”. The demand for intelligent thought had been ingrained in him at a young age. He wondered what it was that brought his parents together. His train of thought was interrupted by Claire.

She rolled against his arm spinning herself around to face him and the hall traffic. “Missed you.”

Rick popped his locker open with his fist. It was empty minus a number of books that had nothing to do with school work. He took the one off the top and looked at his watch. 7:48.

“Yeah, I overslept again. The Postman was on, with commercials. I was up till at least three.”

“That movie is genius, totally under appreciated.” She winked. He had made her watch it no less that five times. Genius and under appreciated where the common theme of the live commentary. Rick caught the joke and laughed.

“I know right.” He closed the locker and joined her point of view. “You going to chem?”

“Not if I can help it. Wanna go make-out?”

“Yes, but I have to drop off my lab form the last time we skipped first. Do you want meet me at the place or risk being seen with me.”

She started to walk backward down the hall away from him, she touched her lips and then held up her finger as if she had actually considered her options. “The place.” She playfully rolled her eyes, spun and was gone.

She reappeared in the flow of traffic, with her finger to her lips. She winked, spun and was gone.