Beast of the Band •

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a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something.

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Of course, you and Rodrick were never that close. You don't even see him as an acquaintance...more like pre-enemies. Due to your absolute kindness, you still tolerate him disregarding his remarks. Although, the remarks he made about you rolled off his tongue like balls of fire, taunting you to challenge it fiercely.. and you would. If Rodrick dared to trick you again, or play a nasty half-assed prank again, or make a stupid insult about you, enemies, shall you both be called. I'll live up to that title just as much as his enormous ego. Your brain suddenly flashed back to the worst day of your life, not even more than a week ago.

FLASHBACK

Proceeding to walk down the sidewalk, you were only one left-turn away from home. You could even hear the blasting loud music as your smile warmed up. However, you also heard of gravel under a certain type of car. You looked behind you, a white truck was coming from up the hill and into your street. 

No, you didn't seem to mind about it at all. Oh, to never trust white trucks again, or never to this day. You stopped rushing to get home and instead made a stroll, who knows? Maybe a neighbor who just got a new car.

 The truck finally came up on the street, and you could more clearly hear the ear-jarring heavy metal. You turned your head around to face the truck, if only, if only you jumped back, and didn't stand. Staring at the truck, you saw more clearly the driver in the seat. Rodrick?

He simply stepped on the pedal even further, turning the truck at its accelerated speed and driving it over a mud puddle. 

Yeah, you know the drill. There's always a chance that something could go wrong, and you could end up with a disaster on your hands, but right now I'm 1000% sure of it.

A pummel of mud and dirt diluted in water splashed onto your Jersey shirt. Brown splotches lingered on your face and your newly bought jeans; you covered your hands on your face in utter shock. You fell to your knees as you realized the whole outfit was all ruined. 

The hyena-like laughing of Rodrick trailed in your ears even louder than the music formerly played on the hill. You wanted to run after that stupid impulsive idiot. You really wanted to; you wanted to scream in his dumb face or key his fucking truck. Last, you didn't have a single drop of courage to do that. 

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You never noticed it or minded about it at the time, but you cant help to think in the present how everything happens around you. Or, you are the one caught up in it. Whatever.

 You immediately start to SPRINT to your house.

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