School Of Living Hell (SOLH)

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Knock Knock Knock

"Come in!" Kyle announced, sitting down again and rolling his eyes at Andrew.
Andrews eyes widened to the girl who walked on in,
"Xena? Since when were you in town?"
Kyle flicked Andrew on the head
"She's enrolled in the school, idiot- which you are not, so you can kindly go."
The 19yo brother of Kyle stuck his tongue out at Kyle and Xena before running out of the room.
"How May I be of assistance, Zee."
She ruffled his hair, holding her backpack on one shoulder
"Kite! You never told me if you took care of those boys! I wasted vegetables on them!"
"Your complaining about vegetables when you could've been shot?! Your crazy—"
"Shot? He had a gun? Oh and I should tell you know- I knocked one of them out, he's locked in my roommates wardrobe..."
Kyle jumped up
"What?! Go let him go for gods sakes- I'll see you in assembly?"
Xena nodded and walked out before quickly running back to her dorm, realising she had left Bella there with the 'HAWT BOI' as Bella would squeal—
Nœl stumbled in the door quickly before Kyle could leave
"Mr. Karson?" He mumbled, almost falling down.
"Uh— Nœl, Yes?"
"I've moved my stuff into the first suite available in Dorm K, is that alright?"
Kyle simply nodded
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to prepare for this mornings assembly."
"Shoot—" Nœl exclaims, clearly avoiding swearing in front of Kyle "I knew I forgot something on my schedule." Kyle laughed slightly before walking past Nœl and towards the assembly hall. He jumps up onto the stage and taps his foot slightly, while setting up the speakers and microphone.

Soon enough, people began flooding in to hear todays announcements.
"First off, the death of Carter David, his body was found and had been shot, around the same time that his friends, Alexander Wilkinson, James Kitt disappeared. His other friend, Cole Simmons, is in the infirmary with serious head damage." Kyle looked to Xena's guilty face, knowing full well that Cole must still be in her closet, Kyle was very good at hiding his guilt. "If anyone seen anything, please, tell me."
He took a deep breath.
"The Uh- cafeteria now serves cupcakes from the ever popular cupcake shop on the highstreet, Cindy's Cupcakes. That's all, go to class."
He sighed and turned the microphone of, immediately Xena ran up to him.
"Kite! Cole isn't in the infirmary yet!"
"I figured, get him there while everyone is in class. I've got to find his friends before the Police come knocking- not that my dad would arrest me." He slyly smiled before walking of, adjusting his jacket and tightening the tartan fabric around his waist.

Xena sighed and grunted, lifting Cole's unconscious body onto the infirmary bed.
"Young Lady!" The nurse growled to Xena from behind.
"I.. I was bringing him here, he hit his head real bad."
"Is that so? A certain student told me otherwise, that you hit him! I'll being going to the principal about this."
A hand placed on the nurses shoulder, spinning the nurse around.
"I'm the principal if you'll remember and I know that Xena here, didn't have anything to do with his injury."
Kyle spoke in his regular Scottish accent. The nurse seemed evidently startled and quickly scurried away. Kyle smirked and escorted Xena out.
"Now head to class, I got some shit to do-"
Xena giggled slightly, tapped his shoulder gently and walked off. Kyle sighed and looked out the window, seeing a black limo pull up outside. He shakes his head and walks outside, The same tanned man from before steps out.
"Negan- this is not the time of the place!"
Negan let out a chuckle, before quickly brushing his hair out of his face and turning to look at Kyle
"Then where is the time and place? Six years from now next to your grave?!" Negan held a book in his hand, pointing it to Kyle, Kyle snatched the book and through it in a puddle.
"Saying I'm going to die and your not, pathetic waste of space."
"Listen to yourself Kyle! Your a teenager, your not fit to run this school, your not fit to argue with me, you of all people should know who I am."
Kyle rolled his eyes, and looked to the soaking book.
"Your right, I do know who you are, which is exactly why I'm not scared of you-"
Negan swung his fist to Kyle, Kyle grabbed his fist and twisted his arm, spinning him into a chokehold.
"Your not fit enough— Old Man."
Negan's lackeys get out of the limo finally, pointing handguns to Kyle, they had came prepared from the last time they met.
"I'm old- I'm barely 25!" He grabbed Kyle's arm and flipped it into a larger puddle, it had been raining all night.
"I'm not here for you, I'm here to tell of Carter for slacking."
Kyle stood, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it onto the top of Negan's car, tightening the fabric around his waist.
"Carters Dead- I shot him in the face with his own gun, similar to the ones your men are pointing to me know."
"Speaking of which, men, lower your fucking guns, he clearly wants to fight- so let's dance."
He raised his fists up.
"Dance? Yeah, you can dance- Born in the 80's after all."
Negan charged for Kyle, Kyle lowered and slid across the wet ground, not caring about his attire. He kicked Negan from behind into the car, knocking Kyles jacket off and onto a puddle.

"That was a very intense fight, Negan."
He smirks, changing his tone from sarcastic to deadly serious.
"Now get the FUCK out of my school before I tear you up, limb for limb."
Negan stands, shaking his head and getting into his car. His men immediately driving him off, Kyle just laughed, slipping his dripping wet jacket back on and walking inside.

Later on,
Chiho and Aria walk into Kyle's office and each sit down, Kyle curiously looks up from his computer.
"We want to know how we can help-"
Chiho speaks quickly.
"What she means is- we want to help you with your many...businesses."
Kyle nods, thinking for a moment.
"Aria- you work in that cafe don't you? The one down the road?"
Aria shyly nods, feeling embarrassed to be working in the old, poor paying cafe.
"Great- There's an old car behind the building, that you can only access through the cafe itself, there's a hole in the fence behind it that leads directly to the scrapyard, the real entrance is all the way around the other side of town. There's something we need to do with that car. Me and Chiho will take care of that, all you've got to do Aria, is give us the keys to the back."
They both nod, confirming a day to do all of this. They ended up agreeing to do it the next day, Wednesday, during Aria's lunchtime shift.
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