Later that day, after biology class Virgil had a different class than Richie (they only had 2 classes apart), so Richie was walking alone in the hallway. He saw the back of Francis's head in the crowd of students and called out to him. Francis turned around; his hair was unmistakable, that's for sure. But he didn't looked too thrilled about being yelled at in the hallway. He grunts and walks up to Richie.

"Francis, we need to talk." "Talk about what, geek?" Richie sighs. Francis is already back to his normal self... Richie didn't say anything to him after being called a geek, and Francis caught on. So he doesn't like being called 'geek', huh... Francis raises an eyebrow at his thought and Richie gets visibly flustered. "Virgil said you did something to him and it was really horrible what he told me.. and I don't want you to do that anymore because it's ruining him and he's starting to act different, and I don't like it."

Francis motions for Richie to come with him to the side of the hallway by the lockers to get out of the flood of students passing by. It's so fun to mess with Richie, it's easy to make him angry... Francis leans closer to Richie's general direction just to leer at him. "What, is he starting to be gay?...just like you?" Richie scowls. What?! How dare he say that about me!

Francis roughly jabs Richie in the stomach. "Ugh, kah... don't touch me!" Richie quickly backs away from him but Francis just easily fills that gap again, making Richie's retreat futile. "Why? I can't poke you? 'Cuz little geek likes to be poked around...?" Francis continued to stare at Richie, he simply relished in the nervousness that Richie displayed for him. "Virgil likes to be poked around and other little things as well...why can't you like it too, Richie? You could be gay lovers together."

Richie clenched his fists, "What are you trying to do? Are you trying to destroy him?! And what does this have to do with me?" Francis rolls his eyes and laughs. "Tch, you're only his best friend. I know you're...standing up for him." He took a sarcastic tone. "But of course, after school you know you won't... be standing up much longer." He laughs when Richie cringes. "Literally. You won't. Be. Standing."

"Not if I can help it." Richie turns to walk away from Francis. Francis's eyes narrow and he flips Richie around before he can get away and slams him into the wall. "Richie..." Francis's arm heats up and glows slightly, he was preparing to make a fireball. A fireball materialises in Francis's hand, and he holds it close to Richie's face. Richie struggles to get out of the redhead's grip. "Gah, get off me...!"

Francis leans closer to Richie with a threatening glare. "What, the wall can be your best friend you know. Hard... and cold, and uncaring. Just like someone else." Francis holds the fireball in front of Richie's face and Richie couldn't help but stare at it; Both pairs of eyes flickered in the heat and it was hard not to be mesmerised by it. Richie quietly gulps. I'm sorry, V, but I can't do this anymore, even if it's for you... The flame finally disappears and Francis lets go of him.

"If you cross paths with me, you're going to regret it, Foley."