Ruesse's POV
Hey. My name is Ruesse Tristhan Guzman. I'm already 19. Taking up the course of Civil Engineering. I'm in 2nd Year of College yet, I'm still this weak.
They say I'm the King of Competency because I never backed down a fight. They also assumed that I don't let anyone beat the hell out of my friends and of course I don't. I mean, who would just let their friends be treated like some trash? No one? Exactly!
Looking out the window, my focus was disturbed when someone touched my shoulder. I looked to my side and Timothy was there.
He wore a long sleeved shirt and tight, skinny trousers with his Underarmour sneakers and asked me if there was someone sitting on the seat next to me.
I shook my head, defining a 'no' and smiling at him while he sat and placed his headphones on.
I just closed my eyes while leaning my head on the seat, and drifting off to sleep.
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I felt a light shake that moved me so I slightly opened my eyes, but I failed. I quickly closed it again as the sunlight went through my eyes.
"Tris, bro. Hey, you okay?" A familiar voice asked, full of concern in his tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I murmured although, I know he already understood that.
"We have to get of-- What happened to your eye?" He asked. God, I though Jharl said it wasn't obvious?
Fuck him. What am I supposed to say now? "I-- I, uh, I bumped into the gate this morning during marching." I lied. I just don't want him to worry, okay?
I don't want him to worry about me, because it makes me pity myself and that's the last thing I'd ever do.
"Be careful next time," He mumbles as he threw me my bag and we got off with everyone else.
I hope no one would tell him what really happened.
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Ruesse furiously traversed to Justine Lyndon O'Brein, a member of Rival's Syndicate, and threw a punch to his face, hitting his cheek near his lips, and it slitted the corner of his lip, making it bleed.
Wiping the blood that was slowly gushing out, Lyndon smirked evilly at Ruesse.
"How dare you?" Lyndon murmured, his voice was as cold as the winter breeze.
"How dare me? I should be asking you that. How dare you? How dare you maltreat Timothy?" He emphasized each word as he spitted it out of his mouth.
Lyndon was taller than Ruesse, it was very transparent to everyone's eyes. But that wasn't a hindrance for Ruesse to be just a coward and not defend his own friend.
