The amount of hatred that Rythian held for Duncan was more then how many pop-punk posters Zoey had plastered to the purple walls in her room. And right now he probably hated him the most.
While the burning of his face with acid was bad the public humiliation that he was being put under pissed him off intensely. The scruffy blonde was staring down at him with giant shocked eyes and a gaping stupid mouth in the shape of an o. The whole cafe was staring at the pair with quiet whispers. Rythian's whole front was soaked with red juice, smeared with the shitty school mash potatoes, hair ruined with the gross mush that they call "ham" with the disgusting liquid from the meat dripping off the tips of his purple highlights and onto his black scarf that covered his scared face.
"Duncan... Fucking... Jones." Rythian muttered his voice raising with anger as he spoke, his teeth clenched and his fists balled up tightly.
"Shit..." Duncan whispered to himself still shocked, his blue eyes filling with dread. He was pretty sure he owed Rythian more then anyone else. There was a small chuckle from the scraggly brunette behind Duncan, his hand covered over his mouth.
"S-Sjin..." The smaller darker haired boy next to him muttered over with a small push to his shoulder.
"Xeph, look at his trousers..."
Sjin whispered back to the boy which Rythian overheard the small discussion and slowly glanced to his pants. His cargo pants had been splashed with the same red liquid that was soaking his shirt and looked as if he had pissed himself. The small laughter Sjin was producing started to spread threw the lunch room filling Rythian with embarrassment, his chest becoming tight and his cheeks turning bright red with anger.
"Rythi-"
"Fuck you, bastard."
He spat over Duncan's words and turned to run out of the large hall.
He hated this. He hated this feeling. He hated him. He hated him so much.
Rythian pushed the bathroom door open and it shut with a large slam. He ran to the sink and ducked his head under the warm flowing water. He held back tears as he took some hand fulls of paper towels to rub threw his now mostly cleaned hair. He slipped his dark purple jacket and placed it aside then pulled his backpack closer to him to look through the mess of binders to find his spare gym shirt.
"Rythian?"
A voice called into the bathroom the body hidden by the small blue wall in front of the door. He haulted in the middle of pulling a clean shirt over his head and quickly pulled it down all the way.
"Haven't you had enough terrorizing me today?" Rythian said immediately putting up his guard. The blonde slowly stepped into view with a apologetic smile. "I... I just wanted to make sure you were okay..." Duncan muttered as he slowly stepped forward.
"Not all that great... Obviously."
Rythian said with a huff as he began scrubbing his brown trousers.
"W-Where's Zoey?" Duncan asked sheepishly as he leaned against one of the porcelain sinks,"she usually finds you by now...". Rythian rolled his eyes and zipped up his bag. "She's in art. I'm not helpless when it comes to your stupid ass bullying." Duncan was taken aback by his words and looked to his feet.
"I... I wasn't trying to do any harm, Rythian... It was an accident. And I even told Sjin off for laughing!.... Rythian. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you." Duncan said softly defending himself. Rythian slowed his movement as he bit his lip in frustration.
"Duncan. What you do is classified as fucking bulling. And honestly I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses." Rythian growled up at him as he scrubbed the juice out of his trousers. Duncan gulped in disappointment in himself and stepped back.
"... I can go if you want." The taller teen muttered as he pushed his fingers into his pockets.
"That would be preferable." Rythian said sharply looking up to stare daggers into him. Duncan nodded and with a heavy head he shuffled out. Ryth looked up as the door closed and he closed his dark blue eyes as he began to break down. His body shook with his sadness and he gripped the sink.
"Fuck you, Duncan..."
