Waking Up Sucks (Sometimes)

Thirty-seven.

Third Person POV.

"Bro, hahaha. If you just saw his face. Priceless!"

First managed to tell this to his group like it was the hottest news in the whole world that ever existed.

"Tsk, but bro be careful. You might be reprimanded. Or else you might be beaten in a snap."

"Pft. I have nothing to lose. So why should I be scared?"

"Rumors be spreading that Mew and Gulf have a thing."

"Lol. Who? Mew"

"Yes. Me."

First instantly turn his head when he heard the voice.

He was greeted by a hard punch on the cheek followed by a solid kick on the shin.

"You fucker! Gulf didn't entrusted you enough in order to be betrayed in return!  His education is at stake! His--"

Mew was cut of by First's retort.

"Do you think I fucking care?!"

First didn't anticipate another punch on his nose.

His friends already left him immediately when they saw the raging Mew.

He laughed bitterly as he tasted the familiar metallic liquid on his mouth.

"Ah, it's bleeding." He thought.

"Mew stop it already! You might get some detention worst be suspended! I've recorded enough. We already had the evidence of him admitting that all of these were planned!"

"Ha.. I'm doomed enough. Nothing's new."

First laughed menacingly as he spat some blood on the field.

"Tsk. You ruined the fun."

"Shut up, fucker. I'll make sure you'll be expelled on this school."

Mew stood up as he trudged his way towards the exit.

"Ah. I guess I'll be receiving another punch from dad later."

First laughed rhetorically as he continue to lie down on the vast field.