Richie just finished studying for a test in algebra next week, and was on to his next class engineering, (not like he needed it), exiting his class and parting ways with Virgil.
"Yo Virg after school, your house yeah?"
"Sure Rich." The dread head replied. It was a friday, a week before christmas break and since Richie already knew everything, thanks to him being Gear, he'd either help Virgil on any assignments or just hang out at his house not having to study or anything.
As Richie strolled through the hallway he happened to bump into a really warm (almost hot) , hard yet soft body. As he regained posture quick, adjusting his specs, he caught the eye of him. Yup you guessed it, Dakota's hothead: Hotstreak.
"You fuckin' blind foley?' Hotstreak spat. "Yo lets teach this nerd a lesson!' Terrance, one of hotstreak's crew members voiced. Hotstreak pulled Richie's glasses of his face and pushed him against the lockers, holding the nerd up with one hand.
"Seems like your glasses ain't helpin' ya, Foley." Hotstreak mocked while Richie tried to get his glasses back
"Just give 'em back!" Richie struggled.
As the bell rang, the teacher who monitered the hall appeared from the corner, hearing some worrying commotion.
"W-Wait just a minuete! Unhand him F-Francis!" Mr Crawley hesitantly commanded, more scared than Richie was. I mean Hotstreak was a psycho-criminal bang baby after all.
"You got lucky Foley." Hotstreak spat, as he dropped Richie to the floor, attempting to adjust his, now slightly bent, glasses yet again. Hotstreak waked off with his crew but left to get off school. He went straight to the park where he found a spot under a quiet tree and lay down and thought. 'Stupid school, stupid teachers, stupid Foley.' Foley. Lately Hotstreak had been only coming school for one reason, to bully Richie. It was weird but Hotstreak had always found it essential to bully Richie. He never had friends and knew Richie since forever. So whether Hotstreak liked it or not, Richie was the closest thing to a friend he was gonna get in a twisted, weird way. Oh well... Life goes on right?
Hotstreak sat up from under the tree when he saw Virgil and Richie walking on the opposite side of the park sidewalk. Hotstreak had good vision. Looks like school was over.
Hotstreak just lay back down, trying to get his mind off Foley.
"What's wrong with your glasses Richie? The look bent." Virgil questioned. Richie didn't want to explain, however he already knew. "It was Hotstreak wasn't it? Fuck. C'mon Richie I know you can handle him, I mean your ge-" Virgil stopped himself. Richie didn't wanna scream to the whole world that he's the crime-fighting super-nerd Gear now did he?
"I wish I was there..." Virgil said as he put his head down in shame.
"Don't worry about it Virg. Don't worry about it." It was silent on the way to Virgil's house. When they got there they played a lil street fighter, done some homework, and chilled for a bit. When Richie got home showered and did whatever he had to do, he lay down on his bed, and stared at the ceiling 'why me?' He asked himself...