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Zay tossed down his school bag and fell over the arm of the couch to sprawl out on the cushions. "Uuughh! I hate it when Mrs. Lacri makes pop tests! It was way too long and hard to be a stupid quiz!"

Zayra scoffed, wearing a blue tee shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. "At least Mrs. Lacri isn't reading 'House on Mango Street' to the class like we're back in kindergarten... Mrs. Doyal about tore me a new one for reading a few pages ahead..." She round the couch and plopped down by Zays head, "And we've been reading it all week."

Zay stuck his tongue out, "Bleh... To think it's already Thursday."

She perked her ears and turned down at him, "Don't you have soccer practice today? Since it's Thursday?"

"Yeah in like an hour... But I ain't lookin' forward for it. Alex has been a try hard since that pep talk I gave him last week." He stuck his paws under his head with a sigh, "Honestly I'm thinking about skipping or something."

She flicked her ears back, "You can't just skip soccer practice! You wouldn't like it if one of your teammates skipped on practice would you?!"

He leaned his head back to look up at her, a couple blinks of his red eyes in his confusion.

"Your team looks up to you, if you start skipping, they'll start slacking off! If you wanna be a professional you have to train even if you're already the best!"

He rose a brow with a twisted smirk, "Well that's a weird pep talk comin' from my practice goalie."

Her eyes narrowed as she pouted, "At least make my fear of flying objects worth it..."

He rose one of his paws and caressed her cheek with a soft laugh, "Alright sis... I'll go to practice..." His tongue flicked out to lick his whiskers, "Never did get my victory kiss."

Her ears burned with blush as she bit her lip, "Er..."

His eyes didn't waver from hers, a soft smirk still plastered to his lips.

With a heavy sigh she leaned over his head and closed her eyes.

He pressed up into the kiss a little, as her soft whiskers ticked his. God I love this... But I want to do this properly. Their lips parted and he sat up, legs tossed over the side of the couch with his foot paws on the floor. His large paws caressed her face and lead her close to return their lips together. As he pressed eagerly to her lips his hands dropped to pull on her hips to lead her to straddle his lap.

She placed her paws on his shoulders as she sat on his thighs, lips breaking the kiss, "Z-Zay..."

He slid his hands over her hips and up her back to pull her in again, "Shh, just come 'ere." Their lips touched and his hips rose up into hers. Their tongues danced together between heated moans.

She ground her jeans into his bulge, "Zay..." Her paws gripped his mane and neck, while her body trembled against him. The soft whimpers like music to his ears.

He pulled away for a breath, a hand slipping under her tail to rub down between his legs and press just over where her sweet entrance should be. His jeans already bulging with his hard on that could feel the heat of her sex. "You're pretty hot down there. Why don't I show you where your G-spot is?"

Her ears darkened, "A-are you sure? Mayb-be you should get ready for practice."

He rocked forward and found his feet, hefting her frame in his arms against his chest, "I've got time, and a girlfriend to love on."

She laid against him, tense as she was carried up the couple steps and he backed into her door to nudge it open. "Z-Zay... I dunno about this..." Her tail tucked between her legs and stumbled him a bit.

"Relax, it's not like I'm going to just shove my hand in you," he said as he plopped her down on the bed then pushed her legs further on. As he crawled beside her she scooted away, then he laid down and put his hands on her shoulders to pulled her closer. "Chill sis, just cuddle me."

Zayra sighed as she was pressed to his chest, ears back and eyes up, "Are you sure about this?"

A soft smile crossed his lips, "Come on sis, don't think about it. Just let it happen." He pressed his lips to her and his body warmed. Already the need in his shorts was enough to make him uncomfortable. Just ease into it... Probably could have just done it on the couch but... Her beds more comfortable... Smells like her... He felt her lips part and his tongue met hers.

There we go... Nice and easy, distract with kisses, then head for her shorts. He felt her breath fill his mouth and his tongue tingled wherever her tongue touched. His chest beat like a drum, cock stiff in his jeans against his boxers. He couldn't hold back a soft groan as his knot swelled in his sheath. "Fuck sis..."

Their eyes met and he could only stroke her cheek. Her red eyes seemed glassed over, a dreamy daze that filled his chest with cotton stuffing.

His thumb trailed along her cheek bone, around to her jawline, "God you're gorgeous..."

Her ears dipped back, "I look just like you..."

He snickered, "Nah..." He stroked her cheek again with a soft smile, "You've got a cute little arch right here..."

She rose a paw to his face and traced his cheek bone, "This one?"

A smile pulled at his lips, "Its not as soft as yours. Curve is different." His thumb trailed along the back of her jaw through the soft silky fur. "Then there's this thing, nice smooth curve."

Her fingers pet along his own jaw and she smiled, "Huh... I guess yours is a little less curvy and more blocky..."

He rose his head into her paw, "Course it is, I'm a guy. Gotta have a strong jawline..." He pushed his head forward and pursed his lips on hers. Each small kiss lasted a touch longer until his tongue passed her teeth and he greedily accepted hers. His right hand trailed down her neck, shoulder and finally side to grope her hip. His claws began to lift, under her shirt and along her back as he scooted closer to her.

She breathed into his mouth with each completed kiss, a paw on his chest and side. Then her leg rose to his, as if to welcome him closer. A shudder raced over her as he pressed the bulge to her jeans.

Zay cupped her face with his free hand while his right claws raked down the fur of her back. A smile on his lips as she moaned and dipped her back, front pressed against him as she weakly whimpered his name. "Your moans are so fucking hot..." he whispered against her lips.

She purred and pressed into another kiss, paws sinking to grasp his shirt and pull it up. Her paws stroked and rubbed at his abbed stomach and then up around his sides to his ribs. Her legs squirmed, the heavy scent of her arousal flooded his nose with every breath.

His body shuddered and burned under her hands, the soft caresses sent tendrils of pleasure and agony to his groin as his cock remained mercilessly trapped in his tight jeans. Eyes closed he relished the feel of her bairly skilled tongue in his mouth. Each tingle of where she met his which fueled his hips forward into hers. His right hand stroked down her back, claws raking her fur down to her pants where he trailed his claws along the fabric. His palm gripped her left ass cheek and surged his groin into hers with another moan.

She whimpered a bit and her paws continued to push up his shirt, her pretty painted claws explored every hill and valley of his back. Her leg pulled at his as her tail slid across the bed to meet and curl with his. With another soft whimper she ground her hips against him, "Zay..."

His tongue retreated from hers as he lowered his nose just enough to brush his teeth and suckle along her bottom lip, "You're getting better at this..." His eyes opened and met hers as his hand slipped between her legs and ground up against the seam of her crotch.

She let out a half startled breath of a cry and her hips ground down against him, thighs pressed together. "R-really," she asked shyly, her dark purpled ears back.

"If I was any harder," he breathed against her whiskers, "I'd rip my jeans." His fingers rubbed back down between her thighs and pressed up hard against the seam. Even through the fabric he could feel the heat of her arousal in his hand, and his rubs began to make her paws tremble. "You okay sis?"

Her head bobbed and she pressed her breasts to his chest, head under his chin, "D-don't stop... Please..."

His ears splayed as his eyes rolled shut, teeth on his lip as he took a shallow breath, "I won't sis..." His hand pressed harder and rubbed faster, careful to press the fabric up against where he guessed her bud was and back along her sex. Oh fuck... God I just wanna tear her clothes off! To hell if mom or dad find out! I just want to feel her come on my cock... Just once... Just once thats all I need! His bulge ran against her crotch, a claw tracing the seam.

She breathed into his neck, slow, heavy, and ragged. Her thighs squished together around his paw while her hips rocked and squirmed. "I'm close Zay," she gasped against his collar bone.

He kissed her ear and pulled his hand away, both paws beginning to work at her jeans. First her braided belt, then the button and zipper before he hooked his thumbs inside and shoved them down. His chest thumped with his pulse, a ripple effect down to his achy hard on that refused to let itself be forgotten.

She squeaked a bit as he pushed her jeans down to about mid thigh, a paw over her mouth as his hand ground against the unflattering orange underwear, the crotch soaked with her arousal fluids. "Z-zay... oh god..."

With the jeans out of the way the scent of her heat muddled all else. His mouth watered for just a taste, tongue soaked as he licked along her ear. It sent a shudder through her body and her folds twitched against his fingers through her underwear. "Thats it sis... Come for me," he breathed against her hair, "Come nice and hard..."

Zayra pressed her knees together, breaths against his neck as she whined, "Zay... Zay-!"

His eyes squeezed shut, teeth grit as he shuddered at his squeaked and broken name. The wet sounds of her slick folds rang in his ears, that twitched and quivered with only a drenched wet fabric between him and her flesh. In his head he imagined her dark purple slit, white fur lavender with blush as his finger ran along the bud.

She grasped his wrist in both paws with a muffled squeal, holding him against her as her hips thrashed. Her ears were dark, body falling into a spasm as her legs stretched out and toes splayed. The only noises that passed her lips were broken whimpers into his throat, mouth gaped.

He kept his fingers pressed to her heat, but the ache in his flesh drew his attention, his stiff cock ready to bring him to tears as his knot felt crushed between his leg and unforgiving jeans. He pulled his hands away and yanked at his belt, panting against her head, "F-fuck..!" He yanked his jeans open and shoved them and his boxers down with a pleased gasp.

The hard purple flesh popped free and laid against Zayras hip while she still trembled from her mostly passed climax on her back. His paws gripped her around her waist, yanking her toward him as he pressed his knot to her soft fur. "Oh god Zayra..." he whimpered as he rocked his hips into her, pre coating the black fur. He grit his teeth and rolled her to her side, straddling her as he thrusted and lowered his nose to press his head to hers, his damp hand stroking her face.

The scent of her fluids sent a shot of pleasure down his chest and he pressed her to the bed. A heavy moan drawn from his lips as his knot swelled and his hips began short spastic thrusts as he dumped hot cum over her hip.

Each throb milked him of energy, a coolness over his body while he shook. After a few long moments he fell to her side and laid on his back, tongue lulled out as he panted with her.

There they laid, on Zayras bed trembling in aftershocks of pleasure. The room echoed with their heavy breaths. Neither moved from their positions until Zayra rolled to her back and placed her paws in the cum that had ran down her fur over her front and smeared it up her belly with a purr. Their eyes glassed over from the hormones that were thick in the air between them.

Minutes passed and Zay faced her, "You okay?"

She nodded slowly, teeth on her lip with a smile, "Mhm..."

He rolled a little and kissed her cheek, "Did you have fun?"

Her head bobbed and she rolled into his arms, body still trembling, "Mhm... Did you?"

Zay kissed her head and squeezed his arms around her, "You know it."

"You're late for practice," she said gently, in a drowsy tone.

With a purr and shake of his head he nuzzled into her neck, "Yeah... But it was worth it. I'm going to clean up and head out anyway. Wash your sheets before mom and dad get home." He glanced down at the wet spot in his jeans and the cum on the bed that pooled against him. "And uh... Maybe my clothes too? I can't wear em to practice."

She nodded and shivered, "I love you Zay."

Though his heart still thundered behind his ribs and his body was hot, he could feel a blush in his cheeks and the cotton stuffing in his chest. "I love you too Zayra," he whispered against her hair, inhaling her ever familiar scent. I didn't get to do what I wanted... but it's fine. I got time... Long as we don't get caught I'll spend years playing with you sis. No one else in the world could make me as happy as you.

She pushed on his chest, "Zay, you should get going. I'll clean up."

He huffed, "Fine..." He rolled and yipped as he fell out of the bed and hit the floor, "Oof... Hey you're beds really damn small..."

She giggled as she peeked over the edge, "Well yeah, mines way smaller than yours."

He rubbed his face a bit, and stretched with a chuckle, "And not near as far off the ground."

She rolled over and sat up rather abruptly, "Jeez Zay, it's all over my bed!"

He lifted himself up, a hand on the bed, "And it's all your fault."

Her ears dipped and she picked up her pillow, "Is not! It's your cum!"

With a snicker he took the pillow to the face, a smile plastered on his lips, "True, but still your fault. You and your sexy moans."

She swung the pillow again, "Go take a shower already, I need to clean up."

He flopped back to the floor and yanked up his jeans before he stood and started for the shower.

Zayra was sat at her desk in social studies, tail curled with Zays as they took their test. Friday had come quickly, and she was ready for the weekend. However, all day she had a strange feeling. The pit of her stomach had a dull ache, but she couldn't place it, and it distracted her from the test before her.

It's too early for my period... It's not hunger... She scribbled an answer and tapped her claws on her cheek. Something's wrong... Did mom or dad get into an accident at work? Is the house on fire? Is the school going to be attacked? What if I got some of his cum in me!? Could I be pregnant?! She shook her head with a breath,Focus Zayra, you've got a test to finish and only ten minutes to do it. Zays already done and he's an awful test taker!

Zay sat beside her, head down on his desk while he dozed without a care. His head on one arm, while the other laid over his snout. His purple nose occasionally wiggled or flared. His long ears twitched and flicked when a draft caught the fur just right.

She returned her attention to the paper before her, Another twenty questions? Hell, I really am behind. I'm not gonna finish in time... With her ears back she scribbled away.

As expected the bell rang before she could finish. Mrs Johnson, the kangaroo teacher, padded over and stood beside her, "You can stay after to finish if you need to Zayra."

She glanced up with a small smile and then looked over at Zay who nodded and laid his head back down. "Okay, Mrs Johnson, I don't have much farther to go." Her head turned down to her paper with a heavy sigh. Her teeth chewed on her inner lip while her fingers swayed the pencil in her grasp.

A paw fell to her lap and she jumped, eyes over at Zay who had his head still rested on an arm. His cherry red eyes locked with hers, "Come on Zayra, yer spacing out."

"S-sorry," she stammered. After a few minutes she stood with her paper and set it on Mrs Johnson's desk, "Thanks for the extra time. Sorry I took so long."

She smiled back, "Not a problem deary. You two best run along now, don't wanna waste your weekend here do yah?"

Zayra smiled a bit and shook her head, then followed Zay into the hall. Again their tails curled together, hands on the straps of their backpacks. Her eyes kept to the floor as the ache in her stomach seemed even worse. Maybe my lunch isn't settling well with me.

At their lockers Zayra ditched her books, but as she looked up she noticed Zay hadn't opened his locker yet. "You okay?"

His hand was on the dial, but his nose was flared, ears tossed about. "I dunno... Seems like since my break up with Kathy she's all I can smell at my locker."

"Did you have something of hers," Zayra asked as she stood, bag on her shoulder.

"No... Not that I remember at least. I've checked a few times incase I had but nothing..." He slowly spun the dial and took a deep breath. "It's probably nothing. Maybe some chick in in the hall wears the same perfume or something."

She waited rather patently as he opened hs locker and kneeled to move books from his bag. Should I tell him about my stomach? Maybe he'd know if it's.... She put a hand on her stomach as it moved up toward her chest rather suddenly.

Zays fur puffed up ears back, "Z....Zayra..." His whisper cracked, "Go get a teacher..."

"What is it," she asked.

He gulped and his tail shifted in a light tuck, "Th..There's a snake in my locker..." He took a soft breath, "I dunno w-what kind it is, so I'm not moving. Go get a t-teacher."

She put down her bag and crossed the hall into a computer class with a porcupine teacher. "Um excuse me..."

He turned and shifted his glasses, "Yes?"

"My brother found a snake in his locker," She pointed out the door. "He doesn't know what kind it is."

He padded into the hall with Zayra not very close behind and glanced over Zays shoulder, adjusting his glasses again. "I'll call one of the science teachers, maybe one of them can better identify it."

Zay shuddered, a couple students wondered nearby, eyes on him as whispers stirred.

Zayra put her paws to her whiskers as she peeked over his shoulder, "W-where is it?" However no sooner had she spoke she saw the yellow and pink scales crammed near the back of his locker, and the soft flick of the tongue by his fingers.

The twins ears rose and turned as a teacher came jogging down the hall. He was a pale yellow mongoose with a greyish black pattern on the back of his neck and on his face.

The porcupine returned to the hall, "You got here quick."

"It's only two flights of stairs," he said rather light heartedly. He got to a knee and put a hand on Zays shoulder, "It's alright, she's not venomous." Without even a hint of hesitation he placed his hand in Zays locker.

Zay backed up and scooted across the floor until he was sure he was safe.

Zayra glanced around and stepped over to Zay, standing beside him as he found his feet, "You okay?"

He ran his hands on his shirt, "Yeah aside from finding a damn snake in my locker. I'm great..."

The mongoose stood with the yellow and pink snake wound in his fingers, turning as a few kids who had remained nearby backed away. "It's alright kids, go on home." He sighed softly as he turned to Zay.

Zayra was quick to hide behind him, clutching the back of his shirt.

"I don't recognize you so I'm guessing you're not part of my classes. We'll have to have a talk with the principal though."

Zayra shivered a bit, "W-what kind of snake is that?"

"She's a rosy boa, about as harmless as a garter snake," he replied. "Kendle, I'm going to put Rose back in her tank, can you take them to the principal's office?"

Zay groaned and splayed his ears, turning back to Zayra. "When we get home, can we just tell mom we already ate and just have ice cream for dinner?"

She giggled, a paw up by her whiskers, "I doubt it'll take that long. Maybe a chicken sandwich with a frosty?"

The twins gathered their bags and Zay shut his locker before they were lead down to the principal's office and sat in chairs.

Zayra, being nothing more than a witness, was sat away from the desk. Head down and paws in her lap as she bit her lip to keep from crying. I've never been in the principal's office before... I wonder if they think we put it there? Or are going to punish us for taking the snake?!

The large moose, Mr Dillan, sat in his chair and folded his hands together. He wore a grey suit with a bright blue tie with palm trees and little beaches. "And why did Mr Calton send you two to the office?"

Zay leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, "Someone stuck a snake in my locker. He picked it up, said it's name was Rose, and carried it away."

"I see..." The mooses eyebrows seemed to raise, though his lids lowered.

Zays ears flattened and he sat forward, "Don't gimme that look, I didn't put it there!"

"I can hear you just fine Mr Reynolds, no need to shout."

His whiskers twitched with a soft growl, "I can't tell..."

After a few minutes the mongoose stepped in, "Hey Jerry."

"Frank," the moose nodded. "Now then, what happened."

"I didn't notice until I got a call from Kendle about a student with a snake in his locker. I had a substitute all morning since I something came up at my other job. Someone took Rose, my rosey boa, out of her tank. She's the only snake in the school," he crossed his arms, standing beside Zay. "I have no idea which of my three classes might have taken her."

Zay flicked his ears back, a lip raised, "Probably one of Kathys friends. Or one of Geralds, jerk offs got a bone to pick with me but too chicken to approach me."

Mr Dillan rose a brow, "You attacked him previously, you expect him to try again? You have a reputation for losing your temper Zay."

He growled and flicked his tail, "That little shit was cheating on Zayra!"

"Best watch your language Zay, or I'll put you in detention for swearing," Mr Dillan stated. "Frank, do you have any troublesome students?"

"A few, I'll talk to the classes on monday about it," he stated. "But I don't believe Zay knew he had Rose in his locker. He was stiff as a board. All of my students know Rose, and most of my students are upperclassmen and likely have nothing to do with Zay."

Zay tilted his head and shrugged, arms crossed, "Least someone else here thinks I'm not to blame..."

"Zay has friends in the upper classes, he's quite the ladies man... I put nothing past him, especially with his middle school record."

He sunk further into the chair with a grumble, "They were frogs and never got out of the classroom. Why the hell would I put a snake in my locker?"

"To put it in someone else's locker," Mr Dillan replied, "I know how you work Zay."

His ears flicked back and he sat forward again with a growl, "Clearly you don't. Who'd be dumb enough to put contraband in their own locker first? And even then, if I knew the snake was in my locker, I wouldn't have panicked enough to tell my sister to get a teacher! The last thing I would have wanted was anyone knowing I had it!"

"Enough Mr Reynolds," Mr Dillan barked as he stood.

Zayra jumped and her tail tucked, ears back as she clutched her backpack. Eyes squeezed shut as the tension in the room rose. I just wanna go home...

Zay snorted and sat back yet again, "Pretty sure you've got enough out of us. Can we go now?"

"Yes," Mr Dillan stated a touch coldly. "Mr Calton, I assume Rose is back in her tank?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Good, we'll have to wait until Monday before we can figure out which student may be responsible. I ask you pay closer attention to your snake to avoid this again."

"Understood."

A hand touched over her hair and she shivered, but calmed as soft whiskers pressed against her head in a kiss. "Come on sis, lets get out of here."

She opened her eyes and stood, quick to take his hand as he lead her out of the office and down the hall. "I didn't know Mr Dillan had your middle school record..."

"Yeah, they write that kind of shit down, it'll probably follow me to college..." He sighed and splayed his ears, "Sorry for raising my voice sis. I know you don't like it."

She pressed herself to his side and laid her head on his shoulder, "It's okay... So... What happened with the frogs?"

His arm rose and he raked the back of his neck with a soft groan, "I... Was dared to let the frogs out in the biology class. We were going to dissect them, and he had a plastic tub of them. I just... Dumped them when he wasn't looking."

Her eyes rose to his face and she chewed her lip a bit, then noticed the ache in her stomach was gone. Least I feel better now, but I'm really hungry.

Out on the road, at a stoplight Zayra watched him put his elbow on the open window and lay his head in his hand. His paw on the wheel tapped a claw rather impatient, eyes out on the red light while they waited in line.

She leaned back in the seat and mauled a moment, Does he really think Kathy and Gerald would do something like that? Steal a teachers pet snake and stuff it in his locker just to get get back at him. It seems stupid, even for them.

"What cha thinkin about," Zay asked without looking over.

"Oh uh... Just what happened... do you really think Kathy did it?"

His eyes narrowed a bit, "Not for sure, but if anything she found out my locker combination and told someone else so they could put it in. It explains her scent always being there. Testing a series of combinations between classes when I don't go to my locker." His head rose and he ran his paw down over his whiskers and pulled at the little bit of fur on his chin.

Huh... Thats new... She reached over and touched his chin, petting along the slightly longer fur, "Does that count as a beard?"

He swatted at her hand a bit and pulled his head away, "Hey! Leave it alone. I'm still getting use to it."

She giggled and put her hand in his lap, "You're getting old!"

"I am not," he snapped a bit, ears darkening. "I'm... Maturing." His hand ran down his whiskers and gave a little tug to the bairly lengthened fur.

She watched him with her ears up then put her paw to her nose as she snerked, "Like a villain playin with his beard."

Zays eyes glanced over at her, "Nah, yah gotta twist your whiskers, like humans do with that big fancy mustache!" He put his left paw on the wheel and rose his right to his long dark whiskers and stroked with a soft twist of his index finger and thumb. His face serious as he looked on, lips stiff, "Mmm, yes."

Zayra put both paws on her mouth as she laughed, ears dark.

Zay lowered his hand and smiled, quick to join in the laughter as she snorted between giggles.

Zay laid out on his bed, a mini plush soccer ball in his paws that he tossed up into the air to bounce off his ceiling. He wore his steel grey gym shorts, shirtless from after his shower, so his damp and ruffled fur could air dry a bit better. At his side was his phone, for whenever it went off.

Kathy's got an ex who's an upperclassmen. What was his name... Victor? Vencent? Hell if I remember. He threw the ball and caught it again, Geralds not in Mr Caltons class, but he's only one of three teachers who teach biology to freshmen. So one of them has to have a friend in his early classes. Someone took the snake while they had a substitute, no one would be dumb enough to take it in front of the actual teacher.

His phone crashed and he picked it up, holding it over his face as he shifted his thumb to unlock it. Verri... So Britney was spotted at my locker just after lunch with a paper box. That clever bitch... I know Kathy and Brit aren't on the best of terms, but they're both on the cheer squad, and with Kathy always looking for a leg up, and Britney being Aquiles back up... This could kick Britney off the team. I know she wants to get back at me for having dirt on her, but knowing what I know, she's in over her head...

He laid his phone down, eyes returning to the ceiling with a breath. He could hear Zayra in the living room watching T.V, and Mary in the kitchen busy with dinner preparations. It was hard to tell where Henry was, but he was probably sitting with Zayra losing brain cells to cartoons.

But where did Britney get the snake... He picked up his phone again and scrolled down through his contacts. He then hit the call button and rose it to his head, ball on his chest under his paw. It rang a few times, but it picked up.

"Why the hell are you calling me," Britney demanded.

"No particular reason, just curious where you got that pretty snake... What was her name? Rose? Scary little bitch too," he looked at his left claws, thumb picking at some dirt with a soft frown.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about. What snake," she stammered.

He rose his eyes back to the ceiling with a smile, "See, now that's a dumb question. I've got a couple people that put you at my locker in the tech hallway after lunch. In my locker no less. Since I know Kathys been snooping around I'm guessing she figured out my combination, and told you. Which means you put the snake in my locker, because Kathy wouldn't be that stupid... Come to think of it I doubt Geralds got the balls to try."

She didn't reply, but he could hear her breath pass the speaker of her phone.

"Now you... You're just dumb enough to try," he picked up a knee, hand back on his chest.

"H... How did you..."

"Oh honey you should know better... People talk. Ask the right questions and someone's bound to have an answer. Pretty little pomeranian cheer girl, walking up to my locker? People are going to notice," he put his left hand behind his head. "But... I'll be nice. Tell me who stole the snake from Mr Caltons classroom."

"I don't know," she said.

"Perhaps some incentive? Kathy knows you put the snake in my locker. Between your probably low grade and this, you could very likely be kicked from the team."

"I don't know who took it! I was only doing what Kathy said. She promised to put in a good word for me to keep me on the team, they're already thinking about taking me off as Aqueils second!" She breathed in, sharp and broken, followed by a sniff.

"And now you've walked into it and given Kathy exactly what she wants. With you out of the way, she'll take second position."

"She can't! I earned that spot! I worked my fucking ass off for it," she almost screeched in his ear.

"Britney, watch your language young lady," followed a hollar from the distance.

Zay took a breath, eyes still up on the ceiling. Patient while she sobbed on the other side of the line. His tongue licked at his teeth to pick some chicken from behind his right, top canine.

"I...I'm sorry, I just..."

"You were pissed off at me, and wanted to get back. You just didn't think it though very well, did yah?"

She sniffled again, "I guess..."

"Who gave you the snake?"

"Kathy did," she choked, "I don't know who gave it to her."

"What was it transported in?"

She sighed, "A little paper box made with some scrap paper and tape."

"When did she give it to you?"

"Just before lunch, she told me to ditch it in your locker before lunch ended."

He chewed his lip a bit as he pondered for a moment. "Did you see anyone give it to her? Anyone with her when she gave it to you?"

"Some coyote guy... I think his name's Gerald, he pulled it out of his locker and gave it to Kathy who turned and gave it to me."

"Wheres his locker," Zay asked.

"It's over by that crazy english bird teacher on the first floor by the old main entrance."

"Mrs. Lacri," he said. "Walks like she's about to peck your eyes out, very impatient."

"Yes, that one."

He stretched out his left toes with a breath. "Now then... Don't say anything to Kathy, she'll turn you in before you so much as make up an excuse."

"What can you do about it," Britney asked with a sniff. "I'm going to get kicked off the team."

"I'm not a hundred percent sure yet, but I'll figure it out. In the meantime just keep your mouth shut and your head down. All else fails, I'll get Kathy kicked from the team with you. All goes well, and it'll just be Kathy kicked."

"You... you'd do that?"

A smirk crossed his lips again, purple tongue quick to lick over his whiskers, "Kathy's using you... Don't you want to get back at her for using your vendetta against me to get you kicked from the team?"

"W...well yeah... But how can I know you're going to keep your word?"

"What've you got to lose," he asked gently.

She was quiet for a moment, and he swore he could hear her gears turning while she chewed on her nails. "Okay... So... I just have to stay quiet?"

"For now, until I think something up. Then I might need you. This whole snake thing might just blow over, we'll just have to wait for monday to see what the principal does."

"O-okay..."

"If Kathy or Gerald text you, I want screenshots. If you talk to them, I want to know what about. Got it?"

"Yeah..."

"Zay honey are you hungry," Mary called lightly.

He sat up and pulled the phone away a bit, "Nah, me and Zayra ate on the way home."

"Are you sure? It's leftover zucchini stuff from grandmas."

He popped to his feet, "Gotta go Brit, remember to stay quiet and tell me everything, and you might just end this year on the cheer team." He didn't wait for her to reply before he hung up. "Comin ma," he hollard as he tossed his phone on the bed and bound out of his room to slip into his seat at the table beside Zayra.

She already had a mouthful of the soup and had some dribbling down her lip. With a heavy gulp she licked her lip clean, "Who were you talking to?"

"Nobody important," he replied. "Just tryin to figure out who put the snake in my locker."

Mary paused before she put her spoon in her mouth and placed it back in her bowl, "You had what in your locker?!"

"Some idiot took a biology teachers class pet, a little boa named Rose, and stuffed it in my locker," he stated. "It's why we were so late comin home. Gonna have to talk to the principal about getting my combination changed. Or just use Zayras locker. That'd probably be an easier alternative. We've only got like a month before schools out."

"It's sad you'll miss your summer soccer this year," Henry stated. "The school really should fix their sport seasons."

"Well it took so long because Mr. Kridler had health problems and wasn't fit to coach. He had a substitute most of last year after he had that accident in Arizona," Zay explained.

Mary tilted her head a bit, "What happened?"

Zay shrugged as he shoved a spoonful in his mouth, "Hell if I remember." He paused as Henry cleared his throat and rose a questioning brow. Zay rolled his eyes a bit, "Heck if I remember..."