𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 ! ━ 𝙋. 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎𝙊𝙉

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When Marcel imagined how living full-year with his dad would look like, he didn't expect it to be so... eventful.

Right after September had begun, he started his eighth grade, which meant his last year of middle school.

His dad enrolled him in a widely known public school in Chicago. It was famed for its variety of courses, high range of field trips, and various sports teams.

Basically a paradise for parents who wanted to brag about which school their children went to.

Marcel quickly learned to not mention anything about the Chicago Bulls next to basketball players, the Bears to footballers and the Cubs to baseball fans. If you were bitch talking about their favorite club you only bring demise to yourself. That's what Darin Callahan, that poor wretch, had to go through the whole year. And believe Marcel when he said no one wanted to be in Callahan's place.

Since he was new, a lot of other students were curious about him. For the first few weeks, his breaks were spent by people coming up to him, asking him about his personal life and such. Quite a bother in his opinion.

Some students were encouraging him to join various school teams after witnessing or hearing about his outstanding abilities in PE.

Marcel often wondered if it was considered cheating if he used his abnormal strength. But then he always asked himself, If he was born with it, how was it cheating? It wasn't his fault for being stronger than humans. Or maybe humans were just weak?

About three weeks into school and his English teacher, Mrs. Howells, asked him to bring some papers to Alex O'Doherty.

Marcel shared his Spanish and math classes with the guy but he didn't really pay any attention to him. He knew what Alex looked like and that was all Marcel had to know.

But soon enough he learned Alex O'Doherty was the biggest dickhead in the world.

The jackass had the audacity to ask him if he spoke Russian. The question alone wasn't bad, of course, but the ill-intent behind it sure was. Alex spoke to him with hidden maliciousness, as if Marcel's nationality determined what person he was.

O'Doherty made constant jabs and snide comments whenever he had a chance, and cowardly shooed away whenever one of the teachers was near.

It was around two weeks after their first meeting that Marcel finally snapped.

Around the first week of October, he decided to join the MMA in their school. The practices were four times a week since he had only recently started fighting.

Lo and behold, Alex was also there.

Marcel tried to keep his emotions at bay, he really did. But when that fuckface once again called him Polack he lost it.

Luck was on Marcel's side that day - he was meant to spar with O'Doherty as a practice. Which easily translated to I-can-beat-his-ugly-ass-without-major-consequences.

Maybe if Alex had more filter, he wouldn't end up as he did - broken zygomatic and frontal bones, bloody eye, and fractured nose. Just peachy.

Marcel justified his actions by saying that O'Doherty could have avoided it if he only kept his xenophobic comments to himself.

Marcel's dad was immediately contacted after the poor boy was sent to the emergency room. Unfortunately for O'Doherty's parents, Ernest Sadowski knew exactly how he had to deal with them and their accusations.

But that didn't mean Marcel went with impunity back home. Gods, no. For over an hour, he had to listen to his father's rambling about how violence wasn't the answer, that beating up people - and worse, breaking their bones! - wasn't civil and yada yada. Marcel wasn't sure if it was the ADHD kicking in and he spaced out during Ernest's lecture or he just straight up ignored him.