Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Nights like last night always irked Ian. The young man of 19 walked with a slouch of a very grumpy young adult through the halls. Fixing the knapsack on his back over his shoulder. He met every eye that came up to regard his tall, slim figure. His hands grew hot with each weary glance, it seemed the whole student body knew he could erupt like a volcano. It was part of his personality, his DNA. He had a pale complexion with straight red hair that came down almost to his eyes, but cut short around his head. He was handsome though, gaunt and proud features with pronounced cheek bones made him look proud and fiery.
Ian turned a corner towards his first class of the morning and was met with three boys. He sighed deeply as he identified them, tough jock types. He regarded them evenly, thrusting his chin pointedly upwards at the one on the right. "Your name's Beavis, isn't it?" He questioned him. The beefy oaf reddened, taking a threatening step towards Ian. Immediately stopped by the middle.
Having stopped his companion, the middle spoke, "We want to see you in the locker room." They all came down upon him, shoving him backwards towards the men locker room to Ian's right.
"And you must be Butthead-- Oof!" He stumbled backwards, nearly losing his knapsack in the process. He obliged as he went through the swinging door, the three muscular men in hot pursuit.
"We heard about your shitty attitude, red." The leader exclaimed, shoving Ian backwards into the row of lockers. "we're here to fix that."
"Is that so?" Ian replied, smiling despite being bullied along the locker room to the far corner. It was empty, too early in the morning for P.E. Ian could feel his hands getting hot with his anger. This was perfect, yet troubling.
His back hit the wall as his three assailants surrounded him. Ian's knapsack dropped to the ground, he cracked his knuckles, closed his eyes, and kept his arms to his sides. "Do your worst." He said simply.
"Look at this dope!" Exclaimed one of the goons, all three laughed.
Ian turned a corner towards his first class of the morning and was met with three boys. He sighed deeply as he identified them, tough jock types. He regarded them evenly, thrusting his chin pointedly upwards at the one on the right. "Your name's Beavis, isn't it?" He questioned him. The beefy oaf reddened, taking a threatening step towards Ian. Immediately stopped by the middle.
Having stopped his companion, the middle spoke, "We want to see you in the locker room." They all came down upon him, shoving him backwards towards the men locker room to Ian's right.
"And you must be Butthead-- Oof!" He stumbled backwards, nearly losing his knapsack in the process. He obliged as he went through the swinging door, the three muscular men in hot pursuit.
"We heard about your shitty attitude, red." The leader exclaimed, shoving Ian backwards into the row of lockers. "we're here to fix that."
"Is that so?" Ian replied, smiling despite being bullied along the locker room to the far corner. It was empty, too early in the morning for P.E. Ian could feel his hands getting hot with his anger. This was perfect, yet troubling.
His back hit the wall as his three assailants surrounded him. Ian's knapsack dropped to the ground, he cracked his knuckles, closed his eyes, and kept his arms to his sides. "Do your worst." He said simply.
"Look at this dope!" Exclaimed one of the goons, all three laughed.