To a Squirrel - Chapter 3
To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-No
Rating: PG
Fandom: Ice Age
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
CHAPTER 3
AU. Highschool. WOOT!
Manny Torelli - senior (18)
Soto Bavaes (Pron. Bah-vay-us) - senior (18)
Ellie Blume - senior (18)
Diego Pryde - Sophomore (16)
Sid Osmond - freshman (15)
Zeke Rodes - freshman (15)
So please, read on, enjoy.
*
“Who are they?” Sid asks. It’s lunch, and the cafeteria is packed full of buzzing students, however it appears to have slowed dramatically since the doors burst open, and a group of leather-clad boys strutted in.
“Soto’s gang.”
“Who?”
“Soto,” Manfred replied, “Friendly, neighbourhood trigger-happy drug dealer. The lot of them are idiots, kid. Stay away from them.”
Sid grins, the happy-go-lucky one that spreads from ear to ear. “Didn’t know you cared there, buddy.”
“I don’t, I just don’t want to have to clean the pieces of you off the ground when they blow your brains out your nose.”
Still grinning, Sid patted him on the arm, “Sure sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Huh…new member.” Manfred stated, ignoring the younger boy.
“What?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
*
Soto’s leather boots were slightly scuffed now, Diego noted absently. Not as suave as when they’d first met a number of years ago.
“Soto, hey, Soto!” Ace called, his wide frame lumbering towards them.
“What?”
“Look what I just took off some scrawny-assed kid!” He held out a massive packet of peanuts, and Diego rolled his eyes. Ace had always been a little slow and, quite frankly, not all there.
Soto glanced at Diego, a pained expression marring his attractive face, and the latter chuckled deeply.
But before Soto could respond, a fuzzy form blurred past them, grabbing the packet and rolling onto the floor. The kid stood up, glared, desperately clutching the package to his chest.
He muttered, twitching slightly before he shook his fist angrily at the other boys and ran in the opposite direction.
Dumbfounded, Diego turned to look at Ace and Soto. Ace, for the intimidating mass that he was, had watery brown eyes, whilst Soto laughed in good humour.
“Fuck, that kid is batshit insane.”
And really, he was.
*
Manfred discovered a passion for ancient history when he was quite young. His parents had died, and his grandma hovered nervously, a constant presence over his seven-year-old self. He’d lost himself in stories of carnivorous beasts, prehistoric man, in the Knights of the Round Table, in Victorian customs, but most of all, in an age of Ice, where mammoths and sabre-tooth tigers roamed the mountains of white.
Mrs. Whittle stood before the class, bags under her eyes, and calloused fingers flicking through pages and pages of paper.
“Your next assessment will be a group project.”
An excited murmur ran through the room, “To be selected by myself.” Which quickly turned to a unanimous groan.
“You shall be assigned an era on which to work ranging from the prehistoric age to the Victorian era. On that, you shall prepare a 20-minute-presentation emphasising key aspects that have remained alive to this day and age.”
The woman glanced over the class, and anyone could see she was thinking of what groupings would cause the most torture to the students she loathed.
“Jennifer Adams, Rodney Pickles, Riku Schmitt. Stone Age. Daniel Flooser, Rai Simmons, Picadilly Que. Elizabethian Era.”
The list went on, carried through the room at Mrs. Whittle’s careless drone, before she took one last look over the classroom.
“Manfred Torelli…”
Her grey eyes glanced at the papers in her hand.
“Ellie Blume…”
His heart leapt in his chest, and he couldn’t really explain why.
“…And Soto Bavaes. Ice Age.”
The name of that bastard of a boy really squashed whatever contentment he felt at being grouped with Ellie. Glancing behind him, Soto cast him a twisted smirk before cocking an eyebrow.
“Hey.”
The voice at his ear caused him to turn around far too quickly, his head spinning, he met those familiar green eyes.
“Hi.” He replied.
Ellie was quite tall too, taller than many of the guys in the grade. Her frame was curvy and broad, and her red hair fell about her face, and rested just bellow her shoulders.
“Stuck with me, huh?”
“Guess so.”
*
Sid hovered nervously at the gate, Frank and Carl storming closer every second. Where the hell was Manny?
“Uh, hi there, old buddies, old pals.”
“Well, hello…what was that name again?” Carl asked, clenching his hands, flexing his muscles. And that was all it took really, for Sid to find his feet and sprint, screw Manny, his life was being threatened.
He cursed loudly at the telltale footsteps not too far behind him. The summer wind was whistling in his ears, and his heart pounded in his throat, this just plain sucked.
There was a leather coat somewhere in front of him, and people were afraid when that gang swaggered into the hall, right? He groped for the leaner, slightly shorter body and thrust it in front of him, grinding to a halt.
“I wouldn’t mess with me, or my friend here will beat the heck outta ya!”
“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” The body he clutched to stated, growling deep in his throat. Maybe he should’ve thought this through a little better.
Frank and Carl had slowed to a stop as well, visually growing wary at this new development. Sid thought it was kinda funny, coz his current shield wasn’t particularly tall or burly, he made a mental note to laugh about it later.
“Diego, if you’d step aside, we’ll just get rid of this creep for you.” Frank (or was it Carl?) said.
Sid clutched tighter, and Diego tried to shrug him off.
“Or you could both just piss off.” The blond responded.
The Rhino brothers flinched, backing off slowly, “That pussy ain’t even worth it.”
Diego growled, moving forward too quickly for Sid to keep his hold. He decked one of them straight across the jaw, smirking as the pair ran off once again, much as they had done at lunch a few days earlier.
“My hero!” Sid cried, throwing his arms around the shorter boys neck.
“Get the hell off me.” Diego snarled under his breath, shoving the younger to the ground. “I didn’t do it for you, the Rhino brother’s piss me off is all, so back off.” He stalked away and Sid hardly noticed Manfred at his side.
“What was that about?” The older said, and Sid shrugged, grinning at his ‘friend’.
“Dunno, but I think you’d get along with him, you’re both so grumpy.”
Manfred scoffed, pulling his bag higher over his shoulder before leaving the school grounds.
*
TBC…
Rating: PG
Fandom: Ice Age
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
CHAPTER 3
AU. Highschool. WOOT!
Manny Torelli - senior (18)
Soto Bavaes (Pron. Bah-vay-us) - senior (18)
Ellie Blume - senior (18)
Diego Pryde - Sophomore (16)
Sid Osmond - freshman (15)
Zeke Rodes - freshman (15)
So please, read on, enjoy.
*
“Who are they?” Sid asks. It’s lunch, and the cafeteria is packed full of buzzing students, however it appears to have slowed dramatically since the doors burst open, and a group of leather-clad boys strutted in.
“Soto’s gang.”
“Who?”
“Soto,” Manfred replied, “Friendly, neighbourhood trigger-happy drug dealer. The lot of them are idiots, kid. Stay away from them.”
Sid grins, the happy-go-lucky one that spreads from ear to ear. “Didn’t know you cared there, buddy.”
“I don’t, I just don’t want to have to clean the pieces of you off the ground when they blow your brains out your nose.”
Still grinning, Sid patted him on the arm, “Sure sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Huh…new member.” Manfred stated, ignoring the younger boy.
“What?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
*
Soto’s leather boots were slightly scuffed now, Diego noted absently. Not as suave as when they’d first met a number of years ago.
“Soto, hey, Soto!” Ace called, his wide frame lumbering towards them.
“What?”
“Look what I just took off some scrawny-assed kid!” He held out a massive packet of peanuts, and Diego rolled his eyes. Ace had always been a little slow and, quite frankly, not all there.
Soto glanced at Diego, a pained expression marring his attractive face, and the latter chuckled deeply.
But before Soto could respond, a fuzzy form blurred past them, grabbing the packet and rolling onto the floor. The kid stood up, glared, desperately clutching the package to his chest.
He muttered, twitching slightly before he shook his fist angrily at the other boys and ran in the opposite direction.
Dumbfounded, Diego turned to look at Ace and Soto. Ace, for the intimidating mass that he was, had watery brown eyes, whilst Soto laughed in good humour.
“Fuck, that kid is batshit insane.”
And really, he was.
*
Manfred discovered a passion for ancient history when he was quite young. His parents had died, and his grandma hovered nervously, a constant presence over his seven-year-old self. He’d lost himself in stories of carnivorous beasts, prehistoric man, in the Knights of the Round Table, in Victorian customs, but most of all, in an age of Ice, where mammoths and sabre-tooth tigers roamed the mountains of white.
Mrs. Whittle stood before the class, bags under her eyes, and calloused fingers flicking through pages and pages of paper.
“Your next assessment will be a group project.”
An excited murmur ran through the room, “To be selected by myself.” Which quickly turned to a unanimous groan.
“You shall be assigned an era on which to work ranging from the prehistoric age to the Victorian era. On that, you shall prepare a 20-minute-presentation emphasising key aspects that have remained alive to this day and age.”
The woman glanced over the class, and anyone could see she was thinking of what groupings would cause the most torture to the students she loathed.
“Jennifer Adams, Rodney Pickles, Riku Schmitt. Stone Age. Daniel Flooser, Rai Simmons, Picadilly Que. Elizabethian Era.”
The list went on, carried through the room at Mrs. Whittle’s careless drone, before she took one last look over the classroom.
“Manfred Torelli…”
Her grey eyes glanced at the papers in her hand.
“Ellie Blume…”
His heart leapt in his chest, and he couldn’t really explain why.
“…And Soto Bavaes. Ice Age.”
The name of that bastard of a boy really squashed whatever contentment he felt at being grouped with Ellie. Glancing behind him, Soto cast him a twisted smirk before cocking an eyebrow.
“Hey.”
The voice at his ear caused him to turn around far too quickly, his head spinning, he met those familiar green eyes.
“Hi.” He replied.
Ellie was quite tall too, taller than many of the guys in the grade. Her frame was curvy and broad, and her red hair fell about her face, and rested just bellow her shoulders.
“Stuck with me, huh?”
“Guess so.”
*
Sid hovered nervously at the gate, Frank and Carl storming closer every second. Where the hell was Manny?
“Uh, hi there, old buddies, old pals.”
“Well, hello…what was that name again?” Carl asked, clenching his hands, flexing his muscles. And that was all it took really, for Sid to find his feet and sprint, screw Manny, his life was being threatened.
He cursed loudly at the telltale footsteps not too far behind him. The summer wind was whistling in his ears, and his heart pounded in his throat, this just plain sucked.
There was a leather coat somewhere in front of him, and people were afraid when that gang swaggered into the hall, right? He groped for the leaner, slightly shorter body and thrust it in front of him, grinding to a halt.
“I wouldn’t mess with me, or my friend here will beat the heck outta ya!”
“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” The body he clutched to stated, growling deep in his throat. Maybe he should’ve thought this through a little better.
Frank and Carl had slowed to a stop as well, visually growing wary at this new development. Sid thought it was kinda funny, coz his current shield wasn’t particularly tall or burly, he made a mental note to laugh about it later.
“Diego, if you’d step aside, we’ll just get rid of this creep for you.” Frank (or was it Carl?) said.
Sid clutched tighter, and Diego tried to shrug him off.
“Or you could both just piss off.” The blond responded.
The Rhino brothers flinched, backing off slowly, “That pussy ain’t even worth it.”
Diego growled, moving forward too quickly for Sid to keep his hold. He decked one of them straight across the jaw, smirking as the pair ran off once again, much as they had done at lunch a few days earlier.
“My hero!” Sid cried, throwing his arms around the shorter boys neck.
“Get the hell off me.” Diego snarled under his breath, shoving the younger to the ground. “I didn’t do it for you, the Rhino brother’s piss me off is all, so back off.” He stalked away and Sid hardly noticed Manfred at his side.
“What was that about?” The older said, and Sid shrugged, grinning at his ‘friend’.
“Dunno, but I think you’d get along with him, you’re both so grumpy.”
Manfred scoffed, pulling his bag higher over his shoulder before leaving the school grounds.
*
TBC…