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This Isn't The First Time

A/N: this is random short stories so you're gonna get secondary characters that I'm not gonna elaborate on until later mwahahaha (I'm so evil)

Hope u enjoy!

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Tristan and Anthony were by the lockers, "chatting" the day away whilst putting away their school books. This was their free period so they had as much free time to talk as they want to. One of them tried to make conversation as the school kids bustled through the halls, trying to get to their respective classes whilst also trying not to disturb the two of them. However, trying to throw your voice over multiple children who basically sounded like megaphone on repeat, it was a bit difficult.

Anthony, being the rowdy and mischevious teenager that he was, chose to go on his phone instead, despite the school rules. There wasn't really much of a point in trying as the kids were being loud as hell, he didn't know why Tristan was trying anyways, but all he knows is that the shouting people in the halls was drowning out whatever conversation he was trying to make, and he was grateful for that. wasn't the type to talk much to people he didn't like, mostly to them. Was it even a group if he didn't consider them friends? He literally bullies one of them so that puts some bad status on his name, but it's not like he cared anyway. He never cared.

"You actually gonna make conversation with me?" Tristan spoke up as he finally closed his metal locker door with a slam, locking it for safety.

"If there's anything interesting you'd like to talk about, please let me know." Anthony responds back to him with sarcasm in his voice, internally feeling proud of his insult. Tristan however, didn't really feel the same as he rolled his eyes.

Tristan finally gave up on trying to make conversation, as it was legit going nowhere, he goes in his pocket and turned on his phone to look up something. Anthony got bored of his phone at that point, there wasn't much to do with limited data. A smile then plastered onto his face as he had gotten a brilliant idea. He opens up his locker to rip out some paper from one of his notebooks. He takes said paper and begins to crumple them up, turning into little paper balls. He takes those balls and just rests them into his locker, like they were ammo. He takes the first paper ball and lightly three it at a other kid, which caused the person to get frustrated, but, being surrounded by people, they couldn't tell who it was, so they continued on with their day, feeling upset.

He did this to a couple more kids, feeling no remorse whatsoever, he thought this was funny, actually.

He got 1... that one turned into 5, then 6...7...

'One more...'

Anthony aimed for a pile of light blonde hair that was in his sight. As he threw the paper ball, an angry voice arose from the crowd, at that, everyone else went silent. The last kid he threw the paper ball at was really annoyed, as from the angered voice. He began to stomp over to where the paper ball was thrown, his appearance now making its way through the crowd, so you can see him clearly.

"Did one of you throw this-"

The person was now face to face with both boys, his eyes widenend as he had locked eyes with someone he knew very well, Tristan turned his attention to the person that came over, and had also gone wide eyed as he was also face to face with him as well.