"ɪ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ."
ever since those words came out of Arlo's mouth, John thought that he would hate Arlo forever, and that they would never get along.
However, when John and Arlo are forced to work together, things begin to change between them.
"Excuse me, could I have John and Blyke come with me to the security office?" a security guard asked, she had long green hair and light red eyes.
John looked up from his hands and towards the security guard, Blyke turned towards her as well.
"Okay?" Blyke replied, he was clearly confused.
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John and Blyke sat on cold metal chairs one seat apart from each other, they were sitting outside of one of the small office rooms. They were both wearing large heavy handcuffs.
Blyke was pouting while staring at the cuffs imprisoning his hands, John was...really quiet.
'Ugh, cuffed again?' thought Blyke.
'So much for just answering questions..'
Blyke turned his attention towards John, who was...trembling?
John's breathing was heavy and he was shaking. The cuffs around his hands were reminding him of Keon and the 'meetings' John and him had.
He envisioned those memories again, he saw Keon slamming his head onto a table to force him to look at his beaten up friends. John was so afraid of Keon that just thinking about him made him go into a panic.
'I don't want to see him again!' He thought. if John ever saw Keon again he wasn't sure what he would do, but he didn't want to think about it.
Blyke was under the impression that John was afraid of getting arrested, so he tried providing some reassurance that things would be alright.
"Hey, don't worry." Blyke's voice threw John out of his thoughts.
"They'll let us go when they're done."
"You seem pretty confident." John replied.
"Eh, I've had my share of run-ins with security." Blyke shrugged.
"Once they see we're high-rankers from Wellston, they'll let us off."
"Figures." John sighed.
"So..What's your deal?" the redhead asked.
"Huh?"
"It's like you can't make up your mind."
"First, you pretend to be powerless and let everyone beat you up..." Blyke paused.
"Then you decide to become Joker and mow down all the top students at Wellston." he trailed on.
