They barely listened to Diana’s speech, thinly veiled threats hardly bothered them. To CJ coming home to find his father missing has a regular occurrence it was only the next day when the texts started rolling in that he really got to celebrate. Life was so much better without police and dickhead fathers. Of course, CJ and the two boys perked up when Addison took the floor, she was one of their usual targets, and she gave them the perfect opportunity to continue the long held tradition. "As Diana stated, I am keeping the clinic up to the best of my ability. I haven't combed through any medical records, but if anyone has any medical issues that need to be addressed."
CJ received an elbow and nudge from the boy on his left and that was all he needed to pop his hand up, calling across the crowd. “Yeah I got a burning sensation in my balls. Can I get you to rub some lotion on them real gentle, Doc?” Of course, the two boys next to him burst out laughing as if it were the funniest joke they’d ever heard.
Unfortunately she continued on undisturbed by the heckling. "Actual medical conditions. You can just come see me at the clinic. I'll do my best to help where I can." The boys with CJ were disappointed and they were happy to let it be known. One just booed her and launched his empty beer can at her head, whilst the other shouted out, ”Just sit down butterface.” All three of them laughed obnoxiously at their own antics.
CJ took the moment after to slink away from the other two, strolling over Joanna, you could hardly miss her considering the lengths she went to stand out, even standing up against Miss Oakville herself. CJ and the two boys with him gave out obligatory cheers following her reprimand.
“Joey,” He grinned sliding into the seat next to her. He ignored the hunk of man meat she was perched on as he usually did, the boys in her life were typically fleeting, while CJ and Joanna were forever. Though he did prefer seeing her draped all over random than seeing her simpering around his own brother. “Diana’s such a cunt. She needs to get laid.” He said acknowledging her previous comment to the floor, it was a long accepted fact that the Dusty/Joanna coalition always worked to undermine Diana. That was why when Joanna was running against her for class president they changed the ballot paper to read ‘Di-ck-ana’, one of their better pranks.
“You missed out last night. Got me a slab of beer for riding Dusty’s old bike off the roof.” He’d almost broken his leg too but CJ had a habit of seeing the lighter side of life, the beer itself had hardly been worth it either as his lot had turned to taking whatever they wanted.
He sifted to the side so he could pull out a joint, he lit it with a lighter and took a drag before handing it off to Joanna. “Pretty please tell me that after this we can go get high?”
He smirked at Addison after her little speech raising a single eyebrow. His friends’ taunts were hardly scathing and it wasn’t so much that he enjoyed watching her suffer but he enjoyed the power of it. Not once had he personally taken part in her bullying, after she rejected him, all he’d done was suggest to his friends that she was lame and they’d all taken to bullying her themselves. That was the power of Dusty’s influence, and there was no better feeling than that.
But Dusty didn’t like sitting back, his game wasn’t to let someone else take control from him. There was only a hundred or so kids left, the way Dusty saw it he had all the muscle, thus he had the power here. Diana could say whatever shit she liked and it wouldn’t change anything.
“C’mon,” Dusty didn’t yell per se, but he made sure he’d be heard through the out the hall as he rose to his feet. He made his way toward the front with a slow confidence. He knew no one in here had the balls to challenge him outright, and if they did he knew how to shut them up. “Princess Di here is doing her best.” He grinned towards Diana as he reached her side, throwing an arm around her shoulders. His voice full to the brim with sarcasm and mocking.
“It’s not her fault she doesn’t know how to have any fun. Look, I reckon we should all show her how it’s done. How about,” He paused and looked Diana over, in all her uptight, bitchy glory, before turning back to the people waiting. “I got a bottle of whiskey for whoever manages to loosen up her rusty, unused lady cave.” Of course the one friend he had who wasn’t currently laughing yelled from up the back, ”I’d volunteer! I reckon she’d be into kinky shit.”
With a mean laugh Dusty headed for the exit ready to make a leave. But he paused at the exit, now surrounded by his buds. “Oh, though I don’t have the bottle yet. I was just going to go to the store now to pick it up.” He said, leaving the stealing part of the action heavily implied. Then he winked up Diana, “Though if that’s not tolerated, you’re welcome to stop me Miss Oakville.”