Aquaphobia

Chapter 4

[MATTHEW CAYUK]

Since the school day is over, I do as everybody else does and make way for the exits. There's about four in total that lead to the buses and student parking lots, but the hallways are always jam packed with annoying, idiotic people. I'm not exactly what you'd call a "nice guy" so if anybody gets in my way, I don't hesitate to slam them against a locker.

On this particular day, I have to take the bus home because my ride bailed on me. I SHOULD be driving myself but my father won't let me get my license. He won't ever let me do anything. As I walk through, pushing whoever crosses my path, I come across something odd.

A group of kids are talking, and there's three of them. As they conclude their conversation, two of them turn away and the third goes on his own. He crosses right in front of me, and I reach out a hand to push him out of my way. As soon as I do, I'm confronted.

"Quit touching him, Cayuk!" yells a voice from behind.

I know the voice all too well, and I hate it just as much as I know it. It's the voice of the obnoxious little idiot Walker Murphy. I don't even have to turn around to know he's with the other foolish idiot Ian Fischer. I find it rather unnecessary to add this, too, but I hate him just as much.

The only reason I really hate them isn't because they annoy me. It's simply because they're the only imbeciles to fight back when I touch something of theirs.

"I'll do whatever I want, and if he's in my way, he'll move," I say angrily. I cross my arms to demonstrate seriousness, and to let them know I'm not up for any funny business.

"Um, how about no. If he's in your way, you'll ask him to move nicely," Murphy responds.

He's a skinny little freak, and I know I can crush him. The only thing is, he doesn't ever show any fear. His friend doesn't either. They never really have at that. Even since elementary school, they've always stood up to me, and I've never tolerated it. Just about everybody in every school I've ever been to has been scared of me, Matthew Cayuk, except Walker Murphy and Ian Fischer. That's exactly why I hate them.

The little punk who I pushed doesn't run away, but instead he stands still, frozen with fear, and he shivers on the spot. Within a few seconds, he begins to cry.

"What a baby! Who cries in high school?!" I ask with a huge laugh.

"Cayuk, leave Voorhees alone!" Murphy yells at me.I turn to look angrily at him.

"Is this pathetic half-ginger 'Voorhees?'" I ask sardonically. "What a dumb last name! It's ripped straight out of 'Friday the 13th!'"

"Why do you always have to be such a nuisance? Can't you go bother someone else?" Fischer asks tiredly.

"Hey! Shut up, freak! This punk is in my way, and I'll say or do whatever I want until he moves!" I shout back angrily.

"Come on, Scott. This guy isn't worth our time, much less even a look at," Murphy jokes as he motions for the redhead to walk over his way.

Little red, who is apparently named 'Scott Voorhees,' stands completely still, and he hasn't stopped crying or shivering. I wonder what's a matter with him. Not like I actually care though.

"Are you that scared? Jesus! You're a real wimp!" I taunt at the boy as he still does not move.

"Yo! Cayuk! I told you to leave him alone! Come on Scott, let's leave now!" Murphy shouts. Nevertheless, the child still does not move.

"Guess I'll have to move ya myself!" I yell.

I throw my arm back in aggression and swing it forward in full force. I direct it for his stomach and get ready to haul a huge one so hard, he'll fall over.