𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

The blonde duo walked into class, Henry walking on her left side so nobody would notice her cheek. The two of them sat down next in their respective seats, which fortunately for them, were right next to each other. During class, Henry would look over at her every now and then, just to make sure she was okay. Even though she tried to hide it, he could tell she was hurt. 

Taylor sat across the room from both Henry and Holly, and she would sometimes shoot Holly a glance. Henry noticed this, and with each time that Taylor looked at them, his gaze hardened, this time it was in anger. Not to mention, that with every time Taylor shot them a look, Henry's suspicions of the injury being Taylor related became more and more cemented as true gospel in his mind. He was not happy about it either. 

After second period finished, the students were let out into the courtyards for their break. Henry sent Holly off to hang out with Tianah for a while on the premise that he was going to go to meet up with Toby and go to the canteen. Holly of course offered to go with him, but she quickly understood his reasoning as to why it would be best if she didn't go when he announced that his friend Jaxen would also be apart of the meetup. Holly absolutely hated Jaxen. To everyone else, Jaxen seemed like an alright guy, but to Holly he was an infectious parasite that would not stop filling everyone's lives with his little rat shit opinions. 

As Holly walked away, it was time for Henry to set his devious little plan into action. He ended up going to the canteen, but he was on his own. He bought himself a cheesie and a chocolate milk. Instead of meeting up with Toby and Jaxen like he said he was going to, he went to the art room instead. The second he walked into the room, he heard Taylor's witch like cackle echo from the next room. Henry walked in, a cold expression evident on his face. 

His sudden presence alarmed the group, causing Taylor to look at him. "Ew. It's you." She spoke in a disgusted tone. Henry wasn't playing. He ignored the countless bystanders that sat around the room, and walked directly up to Taylor. "What did you do to her?" He interrogated callously. Taylor shot him a look of confusion. "The fuck are you on about cunt? What, Holly? Just because I looked at her a few times in class doesn't mean I did shit to her." She scoffed.

Henry disregarded Taylor's last statement and locked eyes with her, staring daggers into them. "I'm going to ask you one more time. What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?" He demanded to know. The light from Taylor's eyes slowly drained as she realised just how angry he was. "I'm being for real, Henry. I didn't do anything to her. We haven't spoken in weeks." She defended, looking to her friends for support. The room fell silent for a moment. Henry hadn't noticed, but Ryan was sitting in the corner of the room.

He stepped closer to her. "Then why the fuck did she come to school today with a fucking gash on her cheek, huh? I don't suppose it just happened to just magically appear in her sleep, do you?".

It was at this moment that it clicked for Ryan. Henry was talking about the same gash Holly had gotten when she fell over on the way back to her house last night. He knew the power he possessed. He knew that Taylor didn't do anything, but he couldn't risk besmirching his reputation and getting beat up by Henry fucking Koval. That was a death wish just waiting to be granted. Henry would never hit a girl, and despite popular belief, that's what Taylor was. Ryan however, wasn't, so he decided to keep quiet and keep a low profile.

Henry continued to pry into Taylor's mind as he was desperately trying to find out what had happened to Holly. He wouldn't rest until he did. Taylor seemed pretty intimidated at this point, but it was when he turned his back that she got cocky. She kicked him in the back of the knee, trying to make his legs buckle. Usually, Henry wouldn't react to something like this, but today was different. He would never be physical with a woman.. unless she was physical first. 

Henry grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk that he had purchased from the canteen prior to his trek to the art room, and ditched it at the floor near Taylor's feet. The bottle exploded, milk spurting in all different directions, most of it going onto Taylor. After around a minute or so, the pink haired girl just stood there in silence, she was drenched in chocolate milk and what was left of her dignity had washed away. As the milk lowered to room temperature, it started to give off a slight stench, which made her even more unbearable than usual. She smelled like a garbage truck lit on fire and then crashed into a mouldy cheese factory. Now she smelled like a garbage truck lit on fire and then crashed into a mouldy cheese factory that now smelled like dried milk.