Old habits die hard (boyxboy)

(2) That's just the start of it

Deryk POV

Shove, shout, slam. That was our undeniable pattern, albeit with a few switch ups to make it realistic.
"Weirdo" Spoke myself first, spitting the insult without much meaning but still gaining the satisfaction as I pretended to shove past Kellan with my bag swinging. Within a second his bedazzled fingers wrung my navy strap and jerked me backwards, as expected.

Unexpectedly though, I stumbled. I felt the flat soles of my decorated black converse slip from beneath me as Kellan's very hushed voice mistakenly cussed the moment my ear fell past his face. Only audible if you're literally centimetres from his face, hopefully. Luckily my slim burnt brown coat barely even grazed the hallway floor as Kellan hoisted me upwards by the grip on my backpack.
"The hell did you call me?"
He growled lowly, if I'm being honest these acts we did are often a good laugh for myself, to mock him for later. Yet every now and then they landed a stiff blow to my soul or my skin, depending on the company we were in front of.
"Nothing, I haven't done anything to you."
Grumbled out my own voice, adding a worried lilt for effect as I purposefully made eye contact with his friend, Joe if I recall correctly. He then piped up himself, hastily involving himself.
"Say that again, man he totally just disrespected you. Who do you think you are, we didn't start on you!"

Dropping his personal grip on me as his friend encroached my personal space, I winced back into the vending machine to distance myself from the intimidating figure. Much like Kellan, his frame was muscular but he wore it wide and tall, terrifyingly so with his buzzed haircut resembling his summer in military training. Impulsively I whipped my head round to my old friend, silently seeking for something until I noticed the dull demeanour behind his eyes, he truly worked hard to see no emotion in this. Though in a moment of panic, genuine fear working into my system over theatrical fear, I called and pointed out to him what he bore around his waist.
"Jacket! M-my sisters jacket!"
Joe clearly hadn't acknowledged the feminine festive jacket clinging to his friend's waist before now, as when he spotted it he keeled over laughing.
"Holy shit dude! We tormented that so called chick wearing that the other day, how'd ya get ur hands on it?"
He went to reach for the garment, but his hands were jokingly swatted away by Kellan. Presuming I'm correct, that means Joe's group's marks had been at the very least subdued.

Nevertheless Kellan's improvisation and lying always had something to be desired, as the gap between Joe's question and his attempted but stuttered response grew awkward and faulty fast.
"Uh- hey! S-She dropped that this morning and said some jerk wouldn't give the 'junk' back to her!"
Scalding him carelessly yet saving his ass at the same time, from the corner of my eye I observed the impressed look on his friends face so proceeded provocatively.
"It was you wasn't it? She cried out, just wanting her boyfriends jacket and you- ugh you laughed at her and told her she doesn't deserve to be loved!"
He gaped, absolutely dumbfounded as I feign anger coursing through my veins. With a clenched fist and accusing point, I stood at full height and glared up at him with a theatrical fury, making an impressive show indeed. Soon though, he composed and caught on, continuing the utterly fake argument.

He scoffed out a "So what?" before fisting his hands into his pocket and backing me up slightly through his speech. "She doesn't does she? I reckon it was a fat lie, who could like her? hah, sorry, him."
A smirk tugged at my lips as my back hit the wall beside the vending machine now, Kellan holding a dominating position at a slightly higher height than my own. I loved getting him riled up, truthfully I know everything he says is a forced revolting taste spewed from the lick of his tongue, but it gave way to say my own statements that aren't entirely forged fakes.

Yet Joe beat me to the punchline, as he congratulated and threw a bare arm around Kellan's shoulder in support, removing him from our confrontational moment.
"Man that's hilarious, he really is a freak though I wouldn't have that so close to your blumin skin if I were you. Don't you worry you'll catch something dude?"
His stupidity would be comical if he wasn't completely serious. Because he was, fully serious in his belief that it could harm them. In a strange turn of events though, his absurdity only helped my goal as Kellan played into the act.
"God you're right Joe, well I've had my fun anyways." Untying the jacket, he exclaimed this to Joe whilst being loud enough for me to hear too.
"Here, tell the creep I say hi, I wouldn't wat that ugly crap anyways."
As it landed on the far side of the hallway, Joe's bellowing cackle drowning out any background noise, I scurried to pick it up. Kellan took this chance and turned his friend around, leaving me peacefully amongst the white floors and plain wooden walls of the conjoining hallway. What a boring place college is.