The Legend of Pope

Chapter 1

'Who's presenting next?" O'Connor asked
At that moment Pope stood up his eyes were steel, cold calculating. This was his moment  to present his talent.

He asked O'Connor to play his boxer song, as he couldn't without it that was his good luck charm a key ring with the beer bottle top from the beer his mumzy had hurled at him but it missed so he kept it as a token that he is still alive today.

As he turned to face the class he scanned the room with 'pope like me, pope like you , pope like us.' playing in the background like a lion searching his next prey. His eyes landed on a silent driver.

'You. I want to verse you.' he declared his eyes unmoving
'err... ok sure' silent driver replied.
He made his way to the front of the class.

'My talent is boxing actually i secretly box illegally to feed my family but what i say can not leave this room or i will hunt you down and kill  you all.

A deadly silence fell on the room the air was thick no one dared to breathe.

Only the sound of O'Connor humming could be heard. He could not bare the silence.

Silent driver stood awkwardly shifting his weight.

All at once pope ripped off his uniform to reveal washboard abs and gold metallic shorts. He had planned already to box after school and thought it was easier to wear his kit under his uniform.

Silent driver simply shrugged his blazer off.

Mr O'Connor had already found the rules up on a website how he did it so quickly, no one knew and he retorted, 'Touch knuckles,' then his hand fell to signal the beginning of the match.

Pope lunged forward aiming straight for the eye, asserting his dominance but silent driver was swift and skilled he tracked the way pope's foot shifted before he attacked and dodged the devastating blow that would've left him blind in one eye.

Silent driver retaliated returning the blow to the jaw.

Pope recoiled from the blow spit projecting from his mouth his blood trickled down his split lip Instantly pope wiped it off nonchalantly

his face turned steely and impassive but his mask began to waver, silent driver caught the flash of fear that seeped through. He huffed and then tried once more fo attack his opponent. The time trying a jab to his stomach

'umph' The sound escaped form his lips.

Stig walked into the room as he heard the commotion form the corridor

'um going through what is going on in here?' he asked

The fighters stopped mid air.

Pope's ears twitched, he had heard that voice before.

But he shook his head it could not be

'D..d..dad??'
Stig's eyes widened in revelation. His son stood before him.
At once Pope bolted before him and landed a punch to his face. There was a deafening crunch the whole class gasped
'F u for leaving us'
'Do you know how hard it is waking up everyday having to choose between eating or sleep.
'You abandoned us mumzy's never been the same she drinks herself to sleep because of you.'

Tears start to trickle down his porcelain skin despite boxing he still had a good skin care routine.

Stig stands wide - eyed and bushy tailed not knowing what to say. He cradled his jaw, his face void of emotion he had moved on from his past neglected them all he was not the man he once was before he wasn't their father.

Then Pope snapped. He crumpled to the floor shoulder shaking violently heaving his hair undone itself from the pony tail and fell around his face. He was broken.

O'Connor stares in horror knowing nothing more than to search in google 'how to comfort someone'

He runs from the classroom searching desolately from an escape. y/n emerges from the corner her arms filled with folders and books. He flies into her, her books sprawled across the floor. She glares at him as her mouth opens in reprimand she gasped. The boy that stood before was a mess. His wild untameable hair concealed his face making him almost unrecognisable.

But she recognised that one curl it was boxer boy. Her boxer boy.

'What happened' she asked, worry laced her words

'nothing you need to worry about.' he crouched down to pick up her books

'I'm sorry for crashing into you'
y/n crouches down lightly touching his hands. He looks up, his eyes were glossy.

'speak to me. what happened' her melodic voice instantly soothing him.

'and why are you shirtless?' she quizzed
He looks down only
just realising how ridiculous he looked and he sprinted down the corridor'

'Wait!' She yelled, he had left a bottle cap and she picked it up staring at his retreating  form. His muscles tensing.
She tore her face away her face burning up.