25/2/19Content warning: Uncensored P-slur (puff) and f-slur
POV: Zak's
It was a little rainy, small sprinkles dropping down from the sky all day. It was dark and gloomy but I think it's really beautiful.
Watching the droplets slide down the bus' window right next to me, trying to see who would win the race. The one on the far left obviously.
"Oi! Zakky boy!"
I turn around to see Zelk and another boy trailing along behind him, he seems nice.
POV: Third person
Zelk plopped down on the seat next to Zak after reaching the end of the bus, his friend sitting down on the one next to him.
"Ay Zak! This is George!" Zelk gestured to the tall scrawny boy next to him, wearing a collared shirt underneath the school moron jumper, Zak waved to George and George waved back. "George here is from the great queens country! England!" Zak pocked Zelk in the face, causing the other to push Zak away. "I know what the queens country is idot!"
"Well it's nice to meet you Zak." George stated as he watched Zelk and Zak fight like weak little children. "You too- ow! Zelk you little bitch!"
The rest of the bus ride was Zelk and Zak fighting pathetically as George cheered them on, eventually ending up in the fight himself. George won.
After they got off the bus bell rang just as they stepped in building. "Tall boy and I have got Geography, so see ya later small boy!" Zelk punched Zak in the shoulder as he and George walked off to their class, Zak simply flipped him off at the nickname but smiled anyways.Zak's class was at the very back of the school, so he had to walk a long way and by the time he was almost there the school halls were empty, well, almost empty.
"Move out of the way puff!" Zak collided with the metal lockers as he was harshly pushed by an unknown figure. After gaining composure he saw a tall pink haired teen walking away from him, he was really muscular too but that didn't stop Zak from being his usual self.
"Hey! What the fuck?!" Zak snarled back at the much taller man who was no glaring back at him. "You were in my way fag." The other continued walking away before he was stopped by the boy he just slammed into the lockers. "Oh sorry? Am I in your way, pink boy?" Zak smirked up at the angry teen that he was directly stood in front of.
The raven haired boy was yanked up in the air by his sweaters collar, being directly face to face with the 6'3" senior. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Zak yelped as he struggled to pull away from the others tight grasp. "Don't make me beat the shit out of you, I swear if one more thing comes out of your smart ass mouth," he moved in closer to his opposites face, gripping his sweater even tighter, "I will make you regret it."
"T-that's kinda, ow, hot." Zak smiled faintly at the words he choked out before the man before him smashed him into the nearby lockers, releasing his hands from the pink sweater and moving them to Zak's stomach swiftly.
With a few more kicks and punches, Zak lied on the floor, clutching his stomach in pain.
The pink haired boy spat in the others face and walked away without a word. Zak just laid there for a while, maybe it was because of exhaustion or maybe because it was the fact he was in too much pain, but eventually he pulled himself up and limped his way to the closest bathrooms to clean himself up.
After finally reaching to men's bathroom and struggling very much with the door to actually enter, Zak finally saw the damage in the dirty school mirror above the sink. Three bruises on his face were forming, one on the left eye, one on his right cheek on one the forehead. There were a few cuts here and there and there were definitely bruises all over his legs and stomach.
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