Ok I know this is a different part but nobody asked for something specific so I'm gunna write what I want to
"It's about time," I said as he walked up to the bench, holding his stomach tightly. "Wait, what's wrong?"
He set next to me and lay his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around him. "Are you alright?"
"Mmmy friend kicked me in the stomach because we had a fight..." He said. "I want cuddles."
What? "Which friend?" I asked, already feeling my blood begin to boil. He cocked his head toward a group of boys, among them I saw a somewhat familiar boy I would often see Sean conversing with before we got together.
He was a poc on the lighter side, brunet, and was wearing a lime green beanie, a dark blue hoodie with words that said "Stand For Equality: P.S. 92 Queer Rights Team 1985," (what a mouthful!) and tan cargo shorts.
"Who's that, Seannie Bonnie?" I asked. "I recognize him from the Queer Rights team, but I didn't know you guys were friends." Sean sniffled.
"Well, we're not anymore," he grumbled. "His name's Dylan, and we were talking about how education should be available about queers, and he said anyone should be able to learn whenever they want and I said that we should restrict it for kids under 10 and old people because they're homophobic assholes. So we started walking around and asking some little kids what they knew about queers, and they were all being homophobic assholes like I said, and he said "This is why we should teach them early" and I said "why should we bother trying to teach them if they're not willing to learn," and we got into this big argument and he kicked me! He's in karate, it's not fair!!" He ranted.
"WHAT?!" I shouted. "How DARE he?!" I stood up and marched to the group of boys. I could hear Sean calling for me to stop, but I ignored him. I found Dylan, picked him up by his stupid blue collar and held him high over me.
"WOOOAAAGGHH!!" he yelled when I grabbed him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BRIT?!" At this, I slammed him against the brick, hearing the cry of pain escape his mouth and loving it.
"HOW DARE YOU KICK MY BUNNY!!!" I screamed, raising him even higher. "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME A BRIT, EITHER!!"
"WHAT?!" He yelled. "Sean is DATING YOU?!" He laughed loudly in my face. "I knew he had shit taste, but I hadn't realized it was bad enough to want to get it on with a BRIT!!" I growled and slammed him into the wall two more times until I saw tears.
"STOP SAYING THAT!!!" I yelled.
"STOP SLAMMING ME!!!" he screamed back.
"MICHAEL AFTON!!!" shouted a person with a loud, deep, authoritative voice from behind me. "Drop Mister Bailey NOW!!" I turned around to see the giant Mister Hollins, the primary gym teacher and one of my worst fears.
Immediately, I let go of Dylan, who fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing exaggeratedly. I paid him no mind as I was too focused on the behemoth of the man who stood behold me.
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!?" He screamed at my paralyzed, cowering body. I could find no words to justify, but looked over and soon found Sean's eyes—he was hiding behind a nearby corner, poking his head around. He looked concerned. "You will meet me and the principal on her office at the end of lunch the MOMENT the bell rings, IS THAT CLEAR?"
Terrified, I nodded and watched as Mister Hollins and the group of boys walked away, leaving only me and Dylan. The moment they were out of sight, I looked down to the ground where he was still lain.
Dylan was looking up at me with a loathful expression. Filled to the brim with hatred, disgust and anger, I could only scowl. He grinned evilly, and I considered spitting on his face, but decided against it as he would probably try to get another teacher to get me in trouble, so instead I just tapped his arm hard with the tip of my shoe and walked away.
I turned the corner and couldn't find Sean. I just sighed and kept walking to the entrance to the principal's office, where I'd likely be spending the rest of the day and maybe even into the afternoon.
