Three's A Crowd

Three's A Crowd {7}

                “So who is this Ian kid?” Tadder asked Ronnie as they sat together at lunch the next day. Alex was up at the library working on a project for English class.

                Ronnie jerked his thumb at a kid sitting at the table next to them. “That’s Ian Welch. He’s the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet. I’ve heard that his dad is just as big an asshole. He picks on Vic sometimes.”

                Ronnie grabbed Tad’s arm as he moved to get up. He yanked Tad back down to sit. “Let me go so I can kick his sorry ass,” Tad hissed.

                “Calm down Tad. Don’t make a scene,” Ronnie said calmly.

                “Don’t make a scene? Don’t make a fucking scene? No one picks on my brother!” Tad snapped angrily, yanking his arm out of Ronnie’s grip.

                “Tad, you are your brother,” he reminded Tadder patiently.

                Tad froze and then made a disgusted face. “Vic doesn’t stand up for himself?” he asked and Ronnie shook his head and shrugged helplessly.

                “Vic’s way too timid to stick up for himself. He just ignores Ian,” he said with a sigh. “Even when I try to stick up for him, he just tells me to let it go. Says it’s fine.”

                “Yea, well, I’m not like my brother. This kid will think I’m Vic, pick on me, and get his ass kicked,” Tad snarled viciously.

                “Just stay calm and don’t get in a fight. Remember, it’ll look bad on Vic,” Ronnie cautioned. Tad glared but stayed silent. Ronnie was right, and Tad hated it. No one picked on his brother. No one.

                Tad clenched his fists and tried to calm down. If he snapped, he could get Vic in trouble. Even worse, he could ruin their whole revenge plan by getting himself caught.

                The bell exploded and Ronnie and Tad got up from the table and moved to leave the cafeteria. Tad mentally sighed. He had next period with the stupid slut. He did not feel like putting up with her right now.

                She kept complaining about how he was being a jerk, and he wasn’t acting like himself, and blah, blah, freaking blah. Tad didn’t give a shit. He was tempted to just slap the dumb whore and shut her up. He was about ready to blow his cover just to see her mouth drop open in shock. Then maybe she would be quiet for 10 freaking seconds. How Victor had put up with her for so long, Tadder had absolutely no idea.

                Someone slammed into Tad and he stumbled forward, shock clear on his face. He hadn’t been paying attention, sure, but this person had slammed into him from behind.

                He spun around and Ian Welch glared at him. “Put of my way you stupid fuck!” Ian snapped and slammed into him again. Tad stumbled back more, still shocked.

                His shock quickly turned to anger and he glared at Ian and shoved him back. Now Ian had shock on his face.

                “Wow you stupid shit. You’re actually going to push me like that? You sure that’s a smart idea?” Ian hissed dangerously, cracking his knuckles.

                Tad eyed him, snorted, shook his head in amusement, and let out a slight laugh. Ian narrowed his eyes at Tad. “What’s so funny?” he growled.

                “Your height,” Tad said simply and snickered. He was right. Ian Welch was only 5’1, whereas Tad, and Vic and Syd for that matter, were 5’6.

                Ian’s face heated up and Tad laughed harder. Ronnie was now watching nervously, ready to pull Tadder away if he tried to start a fight with Ian. That would get poor Vic in so much trouble, plus it would blow Tad’s cover.

                “I’m not short!” Ian snapped defensively.

                His fist shot out at Tad and Tad just barely managed to duck out of the way. He glared down at Ian. He could take this shrimp. The kid was almost half a foot shorter than him, and to hot headed for his own good.

                “Don’t fuck with me Ian,” Tad snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously as he clenched his fists tightly. He would get this fucker off of Vic’s back. Vic didn’t deserve to be picked on, especially by someone so small.

                “Vic! Stop it!”

                He sighed in annoyance and glanced at Alex briefly before turning his eyes back on Ian. Best not to take his eyes off of Ian. Ian clearly wanted to beat the shit right out of him.

                “Ian Welch, leave him alone!” Alex snapped angrily, coming over and taking Tad’s hand in her own as she glared at Ian.

                Ian snorted and crossed his arms, glaring even harder at the two. He snickered and shook his head, laughing to himself.

                “You two are both pathetic. Especially you, Bailey. You think you’re tough shit just because you’re taller than me? You’re wrong. I could kick your ass so hard your own mother wouldn’t recognize your fucked up face when I was done with you. Don’t mess with me,” he threatened.

                Tad laughed and rolled his eyes. “I could kill you, midget. Don’t fuck with me,” he said simply before turning away with Alex and Ronnie and walking away before he did something he would grow to regret.

                “Vic, why would you even mess with Ian? He’s not worth it!” Alex said angrily as they entered class. She shook her head before pressing her lips to his.

                Yea, slut. You’re one to talk about not messing with Ian Welch, Tad thought to himself bitterly, but remained silent. They would get revenge on Ian and Alex soon enough.

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A.N.- Anyone who read my story "Closets Are For Clothes" might know Ian Welch better as "The brat" ;)