I would give my soul for you

10

Anastasia's pov
Prince was in the courtyard, standing with Tyrone. Henry walked towards him, he had messy hair and no blazer and tie.
"Didn't pussy out, then?" Prince snickered.
"No." Henry mumbled, taking a few steps back.
"Guys, can we not." I sighed, walking towards them.
"Anastasia go away." Tyrone rolled his eyes.
"Shut up." I snapped.
"I'm surprised you would even show up." Prince smirked, beginning the trash talk.
"I'm surprised why your even here!" Henry laughed.
"Well, at least I'm not an outcast." Prince sneered. "No one likes you, you are a fucking loner"
Tyrone burst out laughing.
"It's funny how you had to bring Tyrone here, can you not fight alone?" Henry said.
"It's funny how your dad left you." Prince growled.
"Prince..." I mumbled, looking down.
"It's funny how your dad doesn't love you." Henry spat.
Prince clenched his jaw. "Repeat that. I dare you."
"It's funny how your dad doesn't lo-"
Prince swung his fist at Henry, smacking him in the nose. Henry started punching him, leaving Prince with a busted lip and cheek.
"Fuck sake, mate." Prince laughed, punching Henry across the eye, giving him a black eye. They were throwing random punches at each other until a teacher interrupted them.
"Prince Avila and Henry Makel, Headmaster's office now!" Shouted one of the teachers. "Anastasia Quinn and Tyrone Barker, detention after school."
"Shit." Tyrone sighed, stomping back to class, I followed as we both had Science.
Prince's pov
"Fighting." Headmaster Erikson slammed down his hands on his desk, causing his lamp to shake.
We both stayed silent.
"How dare you!" He shouted, sitting down and locking up both in the eye. Henry's palms were sweating and he was biting his nails.
"Henry Makel, get your hand away from your mouth!"
Henry put his fingers on his lap
"Dumme Kinder, ich hätte schnoz längst aufhören sollen." Erikson muttered. Henry knew German but I didn't speak a word.
"Get out, for the next month, both of you will clean up the whole school after school. Make sure it's spotless." He pointed at the door.
We both left quickly.
"Sorry, mate." I muttered, I didn't want to loose Henry. He was my most reliable friend.
He glanced at me and then back to the floor. He rushed into Maths. I had English with Luke Mills.
Yay.

"Late." Miss Simon sighed. She was Irish.
I sat next to Luke, playing with my rings.
"Sorry." I said flatly.
Luke sneered at me. "Where have you been?"
"Fight."
He chuckled quietly. We opened our books and started to write down shit.
"Who were you fighting?" Luke asked.
"Henry Makel. Stupid reason."
"Makel, he didn't pussy out?" Luke asked.
"Surprisingly, no." I sighed, finishing off my paragraph.
"Why?" He chuckled.
"Temper." I muttered.
"Ha, you and your temper, Avila." He sighed, patting my back. "You and your temper."