knorrington:
the thing about kenny was that he had a hard time holding back when he felt something like as he did at that exact moment. if anything was hard for him to hold back it was his anger toward anything, anyone. no one really got him to that point, though. “yeah, you did make away with a lot didn’t you,” he stated, trying to weigh out his options in this case. sure he could pay justin off, get it back. except for the fact his mother had left, only knew her jewellery had been missing by chance as she walked out the door, taking all of her belongings. using his height, he made sure to daunting tower over the other boy, his features no longer the kind to even impersonate a warm feeling. “my mother’s jewellery had been in her closet, which fortunately for me had camera’s in it,” he admitted, “but fortunately for you though, i got rid of that evidence before my parents could see it. now.. i think that means you owe me a favour, lad. unless you were looking into being charged by world famous lawyer kenneth norrington the first… then i think we should come into some sort of arrangement.”
there’s little stopping justin from becoming prey under highs school standards, he’s always known that to be true but the way kenny’s figure towers over him is a grave reminder. he’ll take it on the chin. his lips squeezing into a thin line, arms folded over one another as he looks up. he had always thought his sister would be the first of them threatened with jail time; even going as far as to storing bail money under his mattress for that inevitable future event. whatever, his own lawyer was one click away on his phone. “you know, i was pretty drunk.” not true but there’s a cock of his head with his words. “and i think there’s a few laws against providing minors with alcohol.” something the child of a world famous lawyer should be just as worried about. “but i’ll bite, what’s the arrangement.”












