FIngering the trigger

[deadvil_horrer]

In the back of his mind Koel knew he had slept through his last class. He’d just about jolted out of his skin at the sound of the lunch bell, blinking out of his daze both confused and rattled. Though his eyes hadn’t closed, and he was sitting up straight, he’d been completely lost to the world.  He hadn’t even heard a word the teacher had said all

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[deadvil_horrer]

Koel slid gently into the seat at Harlan's front, sliding his bag up onto the table. He didn't even have time to pull out his stuff before Harlan was reaching over the small distance between them on the desk's surface. Koel tried to jerk back, but Harlan was fast. Instead the teen focused on trying not to flinch as Harlan's hands curled around his jaw.

The question caught him completely off guard.

He stared across the table at Harlan, his mouth dropping open a bit in surprise.

He didn't know what to say.

Usually with a limp or a couple of bruised ribs, he could just blame his injuries on riding. But getting a black eye from a horse just wasn't that plausible.

So he just said the first thing that popped into his mind. "I fell." Stupid! Koel was cursing himself the moment the words left his mouth. Too late to take them back now. He scrambled for further explanation, straining when nothing came to mind. He needed to come up with better excuses for his appearance. Finally after a painstakingly awkward silent pause he continued, finishing off lamely, "I'm a bit of a spazz."