Private Getting Your Mojo Back

Winter was alright. Rhett wasn’t crazy about the cold, but the snow opened up plenty of opportunities for a more festive brand of bullshit. There was now sledding and crudely shaped snow sculptures on the brain. His dorm was getting stuffy so he hung around outside for a change, killing some time while waiting for tech club to start. Rhett was minding his business, too occupied with one of his games and thinking what he would talk about during the meeting to notice much else when a snowball was hurled towards him. The game slipped out of his hand as he instinctively jerked back, falling dangerously close to the pavement, but he caught it in a flash. His reflexes had priorities. He readjusted his glasses and tucked his game safely back into his coat pocket. He turned to the perp with a dirty look in his eyes. Fucking Lizzy.

“ Hey Lizzy!” He yelled from across the courtyard, making a gesture with his gloved hand. “ Fuck off.”

Rhett was pretty sure if he threw a snowball at her it would send her flying through the building and not because he was all that strong, especially wearing a power bracelet. A gust of wind was all it took to tip the twig over. It was simply a matter of ethics. Rhett threw a snowball back anyways. At the last minute he changed the course of his throw, aiming to miss.