Reverse Rivalry

There's A Line You Just Don't Cross

"Have you all lost your goddamn minds!" Jale shouted with the agony he loved to hear present.

Skylar stared at the plan below his feet. His mind felt like a crack was splitting through his cranium. The plans, the punishment was outlined in perfection on how it would proceed.

It was meretriciously done. Skylar's hands clenched into a fist. Him and Jale in the same house, breathing the same air simultaneously? He smirked.

Skylar's pulse quickened. Chaos would ensue. It was absolutely sick to live in the same vicinity as Jale Kierson. Skylar felt a little breathless. Shit like this would never fly with the dumb bastard. Living with the boy would kill them both.

There was no doubt about that. Skylar knew they couldn't stay within six feet of each other for such a long period of time in the same house without fucking it up. They would indefinitely wreak havoc. He would drive the boy insane. Jale Kierson would drive him insane.

He wouldn't be suprised if Jale took up a knife and stabbed him.

"There is no way this is legal, you can't force us to live together, over my dead body," Jale's voice rose like thunder snapping Skylar out of his stupor. It was a dreadful plan indeed, in a legal perspective they couldn't force them into cohabitation but that's excluding the fact that their actions did not exist.

They were fucked.

"Fine if you want it your way. I'll start the process of expelling the both of you. Good luck having high school dropouts on your resume," the principal answered in the driest voice that a man could hear.

"The boys will do what they must, Mr Pell," Mrs Kierson stated while giving her son a hard stare. Jale looked almost about to blow with how red his face was getting. Anger was boiling beneath his skin. Skylar could see it, and worse, his mother was so calmly fucking him over, it was hilarious. Skylar resisted the urge to open his mouth and say something, something that would definitely drive the boy over the edge.

Skylar chuckled silencing the tense atmosphere like a knife. Everybody's attention in the room immediately landed on him. Skylar bent down and retrieved the paper. He dragged it from under his mother's heels then slid it on to the principal desk and stared down into the man's clear round lens. The principal's eyes were dead, not an ounce of amusement were in them.

"It's either we learn to tolerate each other or you fuck over our futures for good?"

The principal's eyebrows quirked then he nodded. Skylar reached for a pen that was on the desk, tapped it then signed his signature in one fell swoop. He placed the pen down and smirked.

"Deal, "

***

Skylar Lain was a man of smart moves. He knew when he was backed in a corner and he knew when he had the upper hand but at this moment, he knew with Jale's hands around his neck so tight his airflow was gone and his back harshly pressed into the wall at the back of the school, he was fucked.

Skylar gripped at Jale's hands and kicked his legs that were barely touching the ground. He took faint gasp of breaths. The wall dug into his back. It was painful as he felt his lungs strain. He lifted his hands wrapping them around Jale's arm to pull it off.

"Isn't... this... what...," Skylar struggled to say in between large gasps he was taking. His eyes rolled back into his head from the insufficient oxygen entering his system. He felt lightheaded and he was struggling to keep coherent. Skylar groaned feeling the hands tighten like a bolt making a strangling sound rip from his throat.
    
"Shut up you fucking son of a bitch," Jale growled then stepped closer to Skylar's face. He peered down at him with livid anger. Skylar's eyes fluttered and his mouth gaped like a fish. Jale was dead set on making him see Jesus today. Skylar could feel it in his bones.

"Why the fuck did you agree? We can't live together, heck, we can't survive 8hrs in a school building together!" Jale hissed into Skylar's face squeezing tighter.

"Oh... shut..." Skylar sunk his nails into Jale's arm hoping he drew blood. Jale's arm loosened and Skylar's feet touched the ground. His lungs immediately sucked on the sweet air returning.

Jale's hands moved and clutched Skylar's back of his head and snapped it back. Skylar groaned finding himself looking into Jale's eyes that were too close. The sheer murderous intent present in them made a shiver trail down his spine.

"Isn't this what caused it in the first place?" Skylar breathed out harshly. He hissed from his fragile strands being pulled. It felt like a clip was stuck at the back of head. The hold was menacing. Skylar had yet to catch his breath fully. His chest was protesting.

This fucker had no mercy, not even once. Skylar took deep inhales of air then weakly moved his right hand to dig in his pocket. He touched the metal object in it and slipped it out. He had snatched the pretty little thing from the nurse's office.

"You know damn well what caused this situation Lain," Jale gripped tighter sinking his fingers into Skylar's skull. A hiss left his lips.

"Tell me something I don't fucking know why don't ya?" Skylar lifted the sharp small knife in his hand and pressed it to Jale's neck. Jale's eyebrows deepened from the sting but his hands remained locked, not even a flinch.

Skylar smirked holding the knife tighter and trailed it down Jale's neck. He pressed the tip in piercing skin. Jale's grip on his hair tightened and his lips drew into a hiss.

"We're gonna kill each other you fucking bastard, this is doomed to fail,"

"You're a fucking coward, that's why you're here preaching to me instead of your own damn mother,"

Jale slammed him into the wall again knocking the fresh oxygen out of him. The knife fell from his hands. Skylar groaned, sliding down the wall in pain.

Jale stood above him, huffing.

"Fine, have it your way, "

Skylar chuckled breathlessly, reaching for the knife.

"Dumb sack of bricks," He spat out, "School is better than prison."

Skylar pushed himself to his feet unsteadily.

"Anywhere is better without you in it," Jale replied with hostility lacing his voice, then turned and walked away. Skylar watched his back, like he always as, walking away after he was done trying to prove his point.

Skylar never liked it. He hated it to his utmost core. Skylar gripped the knife in his hands tight, contemplating if he should throw it, just to see the golden boy bleed.

He opted not to. He would have his moments, plenty of time to draw more than just blood out of Jale Kierson. Skylar straightened his posture, dusted his clothes, and turned in the opposite direction of Jale.

With their backs turned to each other. One holding a knife and the other with a clenched fist, they plotted.

There's only one way this could go, and they would be damned sure it's the other who gets the worst end of the stick.

Author's Note

This chapter was a struggle, I was lost on how to move forward and keep it interesting, but I prevailed. Thank you for reading!

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