A alarm was sounding off, as loud as ever. Tony had silenced the alarm and oppened his eyes up groggily. Another day, more to pay. Money was already in his backpack though. Luckily. He got ready for another day of highschool. To be safe, he scanned the money and checked it.
"Let's see... 10, 20, 30, 40, 45, 50. Perfect."
Tony, a sheep, someone innocent on the stage, but behind it was a different story. He walked the halls, acting normal. Soon, Riley was in sight. Riley's eyes looked orange. That must have meant happy, right? He was still learning.
"Hey! Tony!
Huh? Oh hey Ri-LEE!"
"Hey faggot! Your pet is going to pay for what he did to me last time we met!"
Ow. Well, at least everything was going according to plan for Tony. The Bull would look raging and he'd begin to beat him up, but not too hard. Love came with a price, but it would all be worth it. Tony sat up and browsed through his backpack to find a dictionary. A oversized dictonary.
He soon began to walk over to where the sound of punching could be herd. He took a deep breath and worked his magic. He grabbed the bull jock out of the closest in an instant. He then gave the signal and began to make noise as if he wad beating demolishing him. Tony then made another signal that meant 'Now I hit you a few times'. Tony punched him a couple of times, but they weren't that hard. Tony then pointed to the ground. The Jock got the message and layed down, pretending to be knocked out.
To finish it off, Tony put the book on his back and circled the word 'punishment'. He'd always wanted to leave a epic mark on someone once he had beaten them physically.
"You English swine... Do you read it?"
That topped it off. Out of the corner if his eye, Riley was spotted.
"Tony...?"
"Riley... Your welcome."
"Dude, what did you do?"
"I used an English dictionary. Nothing much."
"Y-Yeah, well, aren't you going to get in trouble?"
"No. I have rights to jump him and certain rules let me."
"...How is that a thing...?"
"Don't worry. Here, fill this out."
Tony had handed Riley a piece of paper. It was a slip. Soon Riley ran off to his class. It was good to see him happy and okay. It was only a few bloody scratches. Tony had waved and Riley waved back.
Soon after it was all over, Tony let out a sigh.
"Get up Blake. He's back in class. Nice acting you did there though."
"Yeah, thanks."
Blake, that bull jock, had moved over the dictionary and tossed it to Tony. Surprisingly, he caught it. Blake brushed off his shoulders and looked around to see if anyone else was around. I guess he was checking to see if anyone saw. Humiliation sure is a powerful thing. He then looked at Tony.
"Got the money, Shepherd?"
"Yeah. I'll give it to you after school."
"Good."
Blake dashed off somewhere and Tony watched. Gone. Tony began to lightly whistle and stroll down to the restrooms to skip a period. Locking himself in a stall, he whipped out his phone. Unlocking it, the phone was already on 'Messaging'. Tony tapped Blakes contact and browsed through the message to see 'Got the money?' and 'Thanks, get it tomorrow, got it?'. Constantly saying those words. Think of something new, will you? Probably not. Actually, maybe. A certain message stood out.
