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"hey pipsqueak."
a loud patronizing voice could be heard even over the commotion of music. as you neared, pushing through the eager crowd filled with countless unknown faces, an impending fight became clear in sight.
there stood three menacingly tall men towering over armin arlert. the blonde boy had been pushed up against the counter possessing countless red-cups containing liquor, finished bottles, and vapes. a strong grip was holding him by his collar, noticeably fighting for any source of breath.
his two hands had been scraping at the man's, trying to release the grasp but incapable of doing so. although struggling against the three, he kept his facial expression strong and fierce.
"who even invited you?"
who do these assholes think they are? preying after an innocent boy like armin, what a bunch of losers! you'll show them-
"it was grice, wasn't it? i saw you two kissing in the library."
your eyes immediately widened in realization. of course, was the voice not a dead giveaway? too caught up in the prey being armin you hadn't even noticed who the predator was!
as your eyes trailed up past the man's muscular arm, the face of porco galliard came into view. grey piercing eyes, slicked back blonde hair in all its glory. a disgusting look of dominance was how he'd been opposing armin, as if seeing the blonde in pain was satisfying.
on both sides were two mere followers, irrelevant's who thought they were shit simply because they'd been on the football team. the superiority complex they'd receive from being a football player was sickening. men and their repulsive arrogance.
maybe it'd been a way of acceptance, but the three even wore their letterman jackets. the sight was so ludicrous it was almost funny. three nitwits getting off to tormenting someone as vulnerable as armin.
by now the dj — an a/v student who ymir knew; another pothead with one pierced ear who never seemed to take off these blue-tinted sunglasses — had even stopped the music, scoping out the commotion. the lights were back to normal and just about everyone's attention was on the uproar. it'd been enough to partially sober everybody up, at least enough to perceive what'd been going on.
"she's probably sleeping with him to get her homework done."
the two besides him laughed obnoxiously, cackling like a bunch of hyenas. you felt your fist enclose with anger and your throat tightened, bottom lip trembled as realization hit like a bus.
galliard said it so calmly, as if sleeping around was something expected from you. sure you had a fair share of crushes, toyed with a few football players, teased a nerd in a library, but would never submit yourself for something as shallow as getting your homework done.
