Kelling Academy: Fighter

Chapter Seven MICKY

The next day in Mr. Wales class, Sammy, Cameron, James, and I walked in to see Jed sitting in "his" seat, which isn't really strange, but the way he was there was.

His hands were literally handcuffed to the desk! And he had stitches on his cheek, along with a busted lip, a black eye, and a black bruise on his jaw. He was wearing the purple uniform shirt today with the same pants as yesterday. His hair was disheveled, purple and white streaks falling from his bun. He was also tugging and yanking his hands, blood running down his hands and dripping onto the floor.

"Hi y'all!" Jed yelled when he saw us, trying to yank his hand out of the handcuffs to wave. Mr. Wales stormed over and slammed his head on the table.

"Shut up, you useless redneck! And quit yanking! You're going to get blood on the floor!"

"I'm about to make something of yours very red if you don't let the fuck go of my hair!" Jed growled, trying to yank his hands free.

Mr. Wales flinched and hit his head on the desk one more time before letting go. He turned over to us. "He has to be handcuffed all day, with Reds picking him up from classes. Don't screw with them. Now sit down!"

We scrambled to our seats around Jed. I taped his shoulder and snorted when he leaned over the chair to look at me upside down. He had a forming bruise on his forehead from being repeatedly slammed into the desk, but he seemed fine.

"Hiiiiiiiiiii Micky!" He said, his grin making his scar stretch across his face and stitches reopen. 

"Try not to smile," I warned. "Your stitches are reopening. Also, why are you handcuffed to the table?!"

Cameron nodded. "Yeah, dude, like, what the fuck?"

"Don't swear," James mumbled.

"What could you do to get that punishment?" Sammy asked, scratching his chin. "No one's ever been cuffed to anything."

"Unless you count sex," Cameron mumbled, smirking.

I slapped the back of her head. "Pervert!"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Suck my imaginary dick, black boy!"

I gasped and pointed at her. "Racist!"

"Shut up!" Mr. Wales yelled.

Jed looked over at him and tried to stand up, his body hunched over the desk from the cuffs. "Turn the fuck around and teach your shitty lesson, dick bag."

Mr. Wales was about to come over and hit Jed, but Jed glared so hard I thought he'd melt the guy! Mr. Wales paled and turned around, leaving the other students in awe.

I slapped Jed's back and he sat down and looked back at me. 

"What the hell did you do, Jed?"

Jed smiled, sighing blissfully. "I blinded a teacher."

 We tried to yell, but were drowned out by the bell. "WHAT?!"