Phoebie was already sick of high school, and it had just started. She was grumbling her way off the bus when R ran to catch up with her, a cocky grin on his face.
“What's up Bee?” He draped his arm over her shoulder, but she shrugged it off with irritation and readjusted her backpack.
“Nothing.” She spat, pacing down the road towards her mother's house, back stiff, muscles tense.
“That.. doesn't sound like nothing.” R stated, then raced to catch up to her again, resisting he urge to use his wings to give him an extra burst of speed on the isolated dirt road.
“I will bite you if you touch me again.” Phoebie warned, snapping her teeth as she heard R's footsteps behind her. He laughed.
“Viscous. What's got you all attack-dog?” R teased. He poked her in the ribs and then fled for
