Operation High school

Chapter 5

Kensi cringed as she felt the lump beneath her fingers as she weaved them into her hair at the base of her skull. Sighing loudly and letting the wind carry the small sound away she knew that she would have a rotten headache later on and even more than that she knew that she had a rotten night ahead of her. The teenager wasn't looking forward to going home that night, for a moment the idea of simply not doing so crossed her mind, but where would she go, she'd die in this weather before the night ended. Besides it hadn't worked out so well last time.

Kensi groaned this time as a loud ringing ended her peaceful silence. Standing up slowly she braced herself on the tree beside her and forced her body upright ignoring the protests of her aching muscles. Picking up her bag she turned from her secluded spot at the top of the hill and made her way back down it, following the student mass, back into class for last period.

She arrived at English already regretting storming out before she could grab her English things. She cursed herself for getting so worked up, she had promised herself she was going to keep calm and collected around him, a cool, clear head. And yet he managed to get to her every time, get under her skin, make it crawl until she reacted, until she yelled or pushed him away; until she gave him a reason to push back and push back hard. Sighing she felt the familiar slice of pain and emptiness that had come to be so familiar to her.

As she stopped outside the doorway of the classroom that was congested with slow moving students she sighed as her eyes caught the scraggly mess of blonde hair before she saw his face.

"After you princess" her eyes narrowed dangerously to which he offered her a smile that made her blood boil. Kensi watched his mouth open and turned on his heal stalking away before he could say a word,

"Good luck with the ice queen" someone sniggered behind Deeks, who of course turned and raised an eyebrow questioningly. It was one of the boys who had pulled him from the group on their way out of the room before break and the new student had found himself amidst a group of jocks who never had nothing to say. He turned to look at another, whose name he'd learned to be Sam, who offered him a shrug of the shoulders before moving back into the classroom.

"She's a bitch I tell you" Paul went on only for the girl behind him to nod her head in agreement slinging her arms around Pauls' shoulders,

"A complete loner"

"Let's go people unfortunately I do not have forever to give you your education. Time is ticking" Hetty's voice propelled them into action and Deeks was left for a moment to consider the words that had been offered about his new partner. She'd sparked his interest, the first thing to do so in a long time and so Deeks after nodding towards Hetty to excuse his lateness headed to the back of the classroom once again. Kensi avoided eye contact, already slumped halfway down in her seat and offered nothing when he greeted her. He'd watched her hike up somewhat of a hill past the basketball courts where they had sat on the bleachers and Deeks wondered if anyone had ever dared to follow her up there.

For a first day it sure had been a strange one. His old school had never engaged him this much and sure there were people he missed. Ray. His throat constricted as he thought of what he'd left behind, his friend, his brother and then the mess that had arisen from that one afternoon, one night. It had been the last time he'd seen Ray, and he wondered if he ever would again. The boy had spoken fast explaining things to him that he still couldn't recall. All he knew is that he'd accepted the weapon from his friend, having no idea where he had got it from and stowed it in his room.

He'd spent nights staring at the weapon, sitting in bed, his eyes zeroed in on the closet where he'd hidden it from view. He listened to her screams, to his yells, to the banging of fists hitting walls, and the slapping of fists hitting skin. He'd hear glass shatter and their world be turning upside and then sometimes, a lot of the time, he'd feel it. Fist hitting skin, bending bone, breaking bone, tearing skin, blurring vision, spinning heads. He'd feel the air be knocked from his lungs as he was slammed up against the wall. And then one night had come, one night, one punch to many, one scream to many, one bullet. It had all been over within minutes and while it had felt like hours he could hardly recall any of it. All a blur. A blur until the fresh, cold air had hit his face as he was led out of the house by the police. His unconscious, beaten mother being loaded into an ambulance and his father still somewhere left behind – he didn't care.

"Miss Blye would you please take over for Mr Jefferies starting at page forty three" Hetty's voice sliced through the thoughts in his head scrambling them and pulling him back to reality. It took several minutes for his mind to catch up but he soon noticed the silence of the class room and the many pairs of eyes that were pointed their way. Then he noticed her eyes. Her mismatched eyes that were widened just slightly almost with disbelief.

"Anytime Miss Blye" Hetty encouraged calmly and this time he didn't miss the spark of annoyance that shot through her eyes. He carefully slid his open book towards her so she could read from it noticing the lack of belongings on her side of the desk. The girl to his right cleared her throat sitting up slightly straighter and began to read, admitting defeat, knowing there was no way of squeezing her way out of this one.

It wasn't long before the bell rang echoing in the long hallways and drowning Kensi's voice out from the class, Hetty had never stopped her from reading. Chairs scraped on the floor and books were swiped into the tattered bags,

"Thank you I will see you all tomorrow please do not be late, and do not turn up without those questions done, have a good night"

"Thanks." His book appeared back in front of him and he turned towards Kensi only to see the back of her heading out the door. He stared after her only for a moment before shaking his head and standing, depositing the book into his own bag.

"Yo Deeks we're heading to the court let's go" the loud voice from the front of the classroom forced Deeks' eyes away from the door Kensi had just disappeared out of and he nodded throwing the other boy and smile he hoped wasn't too strained.

Two clamp like hands slammed down on her shoulders before she lost her balance as she felt her body being thrown sideways. Stars erupted in her vision and Kensi blinked furiously trying to sharpen the blurred images she could just make out.

"Right girl I think we're rather overdue a lesson in respect" she shuddered at the insidious voice coming from somewhere above her. She was lifted by her arms off the ground before her bag was roughly yanked away from her and discarded. Her heart raced and her chest constricted as she felt fear rush through her blood like poison. As she was hauled to her feet she caught sight of a pale, brunette woman lying on the couch and struggled to remain facing her direction her eyes zeroing in on the womans' chest. The fifteen year old heaved a sigh of relief when she caught the slight movement of her chest rising and falling,

"So you think it's okay to just talk to us like you did this morning girl?"

"Huh?" he asked his voice raising in volume as he shook her slightly,

"You think that it's okay to speak to your parents like that?" his grip tightened on her arm that was still held in his vice like grip,

"You're not my parent" she spat only to gag a moment later as the air was ripped from her lungs after being thrown against the table. She folded in half after her stomach came into contact with the edge of the table and felt stinging bile rise up into her throat. His thick fingers held her head down on the table, keeping her in place,

"We took you in; we give you a roof and food. That's what a parent does, we're your parents so you'll treat us with respect like a child does" the wood against her face stopped her answering this time and she knew that it was probably a good thing. When he pulled back a moment later and she heard the sound of glass clinking together she stood up shakily. She quickly watched him take a swig of half filled bottle only to set it down beside another empty one. Hadn't he been at work?

"Get out of here girl I don't want to see you for the rest of the night" she moved towards the staircase as he brought the bottle towards his lips once more only taking a daring second to peer back at the woman on the couch eyeing the bruises that were visible to her. She knew she'd have matching ones in the morning.

So long since I've updated this one but I hope you guys still like it : )

I apologise for any mistakes but i just need to publish it or it might never happen!

Review if you've got a second pleaseeeee! Muchly appreciated. Hopefully there'll be more action in this one too.

Nina xx