We chat a little bit and Lilly comes onto frame giving me a happy hello and telling me that Jun was amazing for Valentine's Day. I am glad the two are so inseparable, most people get out of high school and break it off to explore options but they got love like my women and I do. Jun finally comes back to me and he's got that 'what the fuck' look.
"So there is no Matteo in the database at the community college. I ran his picture against the other colleges and found out he's up here as a student. He's an exchange student, acting major and in his final year before he gets his degree," Jun tells me and I'm really starting to get pissed.
"Jun I want this fucker run into the ground," I tell him and he shakes me off continuing.
"No you want me to keep digging because check this, all of Katy's classes are flagged by a program that is masking what she sees," He pulls up my computer screen from me showing me her near failing grades," Now watch when I pull the filter."
I watch as the grades go from near failing to passing with assignments completed and I start fuming. They were trying to run her ragged and make her quit, motherfuckers.
"And for your added bonus I ran the TA's from her classes, each one got a bump to their bank accounts right around November for a couple hundred dollars each. Guy whoever this is they are fucking with you hard," Jun tells me stating the obvious.
"Yeah I get that man, what else do you have, anything telling me what or who is pulling this," I ask frustrated.
"Nothing here still man but they paid people money, a bit of money just to fuck with her. I know you pissed people off but now we need to figure out who has cash to burn because this is stupid ridiculous," Jun tells me shocked.
"Jun I need to ask you to find Carter and get me a name, a face or some fucking payback. I know that you're in college now but," I start but Lilly cuts me off.
"Guy, we'll find him and we'll take care of it. It will take us some time but we will do it," Lily tells me confidently.
I thank them both and Jun goes about removing the program so Katy's grades will read normally before we end our call. I head back into the living room and with no words stand Mom and Katy up taking a hand each and march them both back to my room for show and tell. I have all the screens up and when they see her grades both of them flip, in a good way.
"So I'm actually passing all my classes AND I can slow down my working," Katy asks and Mom chimes in.
"Yes Katy, but you need to keep working, albeit at a slower pace but still keep up the good work. And I think the study group is over," Mom says, leaving the room with a smile.
I get pulled away from my computer and into bed by a very affectionate Katy who is in major cuddle mode. Having her back is good and the next day after school she is there on her bike 'Envy' to see the girls. There is a bit of a homecoming and Katy even swings by to see Coach Campbell and Mrs. Jackson for old time's sake.
My next few weeks go by with minor activity on the war front. I'm calling it a war because I want to fight someone and I don't have a target. What I do have are students bringing me burner cell phones with notes. One wants to have me get dumped on by paint, another to knock my bike over in the parking lot. It's minor and sporadic but there is a growing mentality, my people. They are my people, I look at them and they look at me. I don't show my anger and it's Wednesday before Spring break at the end of March when I find my new problem. I can see her by my bike, Maggs our class secretary and she's facing away from us as we approach but something seems very wrong here. I motion everyone to hang back a bit as I approach.
"Hey Miss Class Secretary, what brings you out here," I ask and Maggs slowly turns to face me.
She's dressed conservatively most days but her clothes looked messed up from when I saw her a couple hours earlier but it's the four inch blade in her hand that has my immediate attention. Maggie's face is downcast as I raise my hand and everyone stops, a quick gesture waving my hand in a circle and with some of the football team and more than a few students from my homeroom we have the area completely surrounded leaving Maggie, myself and my bike in the middle.
"I have to Guy, she said I have to or she'll find me at school again," Maggs tells me looking up.
She's got a bruised cheek and a split lip and her glasses aren't on her face but dangling from her broken collar. People want to rush her and stop something before it starts but my will is keeping them back.
"What do you have to do Maggs," I ask, keeping my posture neutral.
"She said I had to wound you, I had to stab you and run. If I don't she's gonna find me and she said she'd do worse next time," Maggs whimpers scared.
"Maggs look at me, do you want to stab me," I ask her," I'm so sorry this happened to you and I know you are scared but do you trust me?"