Glares, uh punches and slight confusion.
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Okay, so I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, I've been super-tired lately! And got wrists block!
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So yeah, it's short again cuz of writers block!
There they are. The two faggots.
I watch as the two boys walk through the tall, iron gates, holding hands. I glare at them as the small one, Frank I think, giggled and put his head on the taller ones shoulder. A sweeping feeling washed over me, making me turn away.
I had just walked into the last class of the day, late. Looking around I see that the only seat free was beside the tall faggot, Gerard. I sighed, and went to sit next to him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him glance at me and smirk. The bruises on my nose had gone down, but they were still pretty clear.
I fucking hate him.
As I glanced at Matt, I saw the bruises on his nose and couldn't hold in the smirk. That's what he got for punching Frankie! My Frankie.
Near end of the lesson I could see Matt glare at me. Whatever was going through his head, it made him angry. The bell rang and I got up, swiftly grabbing my bag and heading for the door.
As I entered the corridor I sensed somebody behind me. I focused on them. Judging by the fact that the person was breathing throughout their mouth, and not nose, and the echo made by their feet on the ground suggesting that they had quite large feet, it was probably Matt. And he was walking at the right angle so if he wanted to punch the person ahead, he could do it easily. So I can guess what he was about to do.
I sharply moved to the left, dodging his fist. I turned to face him, "Got a problem?" I asked politely.
"Yeah, you fucking punched me in the nose, you faggot! Your going to pay!" He growled. There was a small crowd forming, waiting for the fight.
"Try and hit me!" I challenged, wanting to make him angry. I wanted to prove that not everyone was as scared of this bastard. And that he didn't win every fight.
He swung a right jab and my face. Ducking, I returned the favour with a quick punch to the stomach, not to hard though. Knowing my strength I could of killed him with just that. Hissing, he aimed a kick to my balls. I jumped to the side, smacking him on the back of his head. This was easy shit. He jumped up, grabbing my collar, shoving me up against the lockers, I laughed and kneed his crutch.
"Ah fuck!" He yelled, letting me go.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm off to class." I said, smirking as I walked along the corridor.
I smiled when I saw Frank, Ray and Mikey sitting at our usual table at the back of the canteen, next to the door. Mikey's hands were flailing around and Frank and Ray were laughing at whatever he was saying.
"... then he just walked off with whatever dignity he had left!" I heard Mikey say as I joined them.
"What's this?" I ask, sitting down next to Frank.
"Your 'fight' with Matt! Dude that was epic!" Frank exclaimed, smiling excitedly.
"He deserved it! Fucking bastard." Ray said, mouth full of a cheese and ham sandwich.
After eating me and Frank started to head for the smokers area, across the football field. We were chatting and laughing when I heard the same large footsteps that belonged to Matt behind us. I turn to see him around 5 metres behind us.
"Oh come on! Am I not aloud a fucking smoke!?" I say, wanting him just to fuck off.
"Actually I was just on my way to beat up some other social outcast." He said, trying to look cool, failing terribly as he had bruised nose and walked with a slight limp.
"Uh, no your not." Frank spoke up. I knew he talked to most of the other people at the smokers area, if fact I think he had a few friends there.
"What you gonna do?!" Matt asked stupidly. I simply coughed, and smirked.
"Your not hurting any of them, their my mates!" Frank said as some of the smokers started to look over. Matt looked at me, then at the smokers, then at Frank. He looked at Frank slightly longer than necessary, blinking then looking back at my confused expression.
"Fine. But next I will." He mutters, then turns on his heels, back towards the school.
"Bastard." Frank says, then headed to the wall to smoke.
I lit my cigarette, taking a long drag before asking,
"Why do you think he's suddenly like this, we've been together for 2 weeks altogether, why now?"
Frank shrugged, "Cause he's fucked up?" He suggests, making me giggle.
"No, Night of the Living Dead is the best movie ever!" I argue with Ray across the lunch table.
"No way man! The best movi-" My phone interrupted him, singling a text. Opening it up I noticed it was from Lacey, hey! wat u up 2!? I giggled and quickly told her about Gerard's 'fight'.
Aww Mikey's texting his girlfriend! How cute!" Ray says, trying to tease me.
"Just because you're the only one single." I mumble, smiling as she texted back.
There. Done. now to think of what to happen next :/
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