Rejected

1. Butter Knives and Expulsion

At some point in anyone's life, there is always a rebellion period. This could occur during, say, a mid-life crisis. This stage has also been known to appear within college students, usually drunk on newfound freedom. My rebellious streak, however, was not when I was a legal adult or an intoxicated sorority girl. Oh, no. Mine occured when I was approximately fourteen years old.

I was a freshman at Walter High when I started acting out. I cheated on tests, started hanging with the wrong crowd, vandalized school property, pulled pranks on the overly perky cheerleaders, and best- or worst- of all, I managed to burn down the gymnasium.

Oops.

That unfortunate incident was the final straw for Mr. Berd, the school's principal. Mr. Berd had been very lenient with me and my "little stunts", as he called them. I had never been given any punishment worse than an hour long after school detention, though I probably deserved much more. Don't jump to conclusions just yet though. He was not an incredible standup guy that I will learn to love and respect. He was only forgiving because he had the hots for my mom. Typical.

Anyway, the destroyed gym couldn't exactly be looked over which is why I was kicked out of Walter High. My parents weren't very happy with this situation. At all.

Which is why I got kicked out of my house.

Now, to be fair, it's not like they just told me to get my shit and hit the road. No, they were slightly better parents than that. They sent me to live with my older brother, Duke, instead. Which brings us to the present

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"I swear to God, Duke, if you don't tell me what the hell is going on, I will castrate you."

"Big talk coming from a little girl," Duke sneered. The smug look on his face was proof that he knew how much I hated being called 'little girl'. In my opinion it was worse than the most cringe worthy name in the book. It insinuated that I was weak, small, and couldn't handle myself.

I narrowed my eyes at my brother. Slowly and without drawing attention to my right hand, I carefully cracked open the silverware drawer enough to grab a butter knife. "Little girl?" I questioned.

Duke smirked like he knew he was going to win this argument. "I know you think you're all bad ass and shit because Joe's family has taken a liking to you, but let's be real. You're just a teenage girl, Ronnie."

In one fluid motion I flicked my wrist and the knife went sailing through the air and sunk into the wall about an inch from his ear.

He pulled himself away from the wall so fast I'm surprised he didn't hurt himself in the process. "What the fuck was that?" He shouted.

"You obviously underestimate me, bro," I chucked. His red face and flustered demeanor was just too hilarious and my chuckle quickly transitioned into a loud howl as he continued to glare at me.

"Yeah, whatever. That was no reason to throw a knife at your only brother though," he kept a straight face but I knew he wanted to smile.

I calmed my laughter enough to tell him, "Don't worry, D, if I actually wanted to hit you with that, I would have."

"Please, you were trying to off me! I knew that temper of yours would send you to prison one day," he said with an over dramatic air.

I walked over to him and put my hand on his stubbly cheek. "If I wanted to off you.... I would've grabbed a steak knife," I slapped him playfully before backing away.

"Damn, you're lethal," I heard him say proudly.

I snorted, "I love how you seem proud of that fact." I tried to yank the knife from the wall of the apartment to no avail. "Shit, it's stuck."

Duke chuckled at my frown. He didn't seem too concerned about people asking about the knife stuck in the wall of the kitchen. "Leave it. It'll be a nice conversation starter."

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A/N:

Hey, guys! So I started a new story because I had been in a writing funk and needed to start fresh. This chapter was just to give a background and to show some of Ronnie and Duke's relationship. Let me know what you think, please!

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