Author's Note:
Ahahahahaha I'm still trash. cries
But yeah, tw: for violence on this one, my lovelies.
Dirk had convinced Jane to go back to school. It wasn't easy, but with the help of her father, he had gotten her to agree. As they walked to school together, Dirk was quiet. He didn't want to give away to Jane what he was planning to do.
He had two notes in his backpack. One for Michael. One for Luke. Those were going in their lockers. It was an offer the two of them wouldn't refuse.
"Meet me in the alley between the McD's and the apartment complex by the school. 3 PM. You want to get to me, well you got me. And we're settling this today. -Strider"
Jane would try to stop him. Insist that she didn't need protecting, and that he could get expelled. So he did his best to act normal, which wasn't hard, since he was still tired and just had to nod and yawn occasionally on the walk. Jane just chattered away, her mood significantly improved.
He went through the day pretty normally. He told Jane during lunch that he was going to drop off a job application at the McDonald's near the school, and that he wanted a job for a little extra cash flow. Which wasn't a complete lie. He slipped the notes into the bullies' lockers during passing, and finished up the day normally. Jane headed home after giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Don't be too long," she told him. He smiled and nodded, sorry that he was lying to her. But he had to do this for her. He didn't want her hurt anymore. He headed to the McD's, a scowl on his face. He went to the alleyway next to it, dropping his backpack. It would just get in the way. He leaned against the wall, waiting.
Just past three, he heard footsteps. Two pairs. Big. He turned his head to face the noise, glaring. The two boys entered the alley, smirking. Luke was holding a baseball bat, while Michael had nothing but his fists. He didn't need anything else, really. Neither did Dirk, even if Michael was a foot taller and outweighed him by about a hundred pounds. They stared each other down for a moment, and then Michael made the first move.
He charged, lumbering forward to grab at Dirk with his meaty hands. Dirk sidestepped him gracefully, driving a punch into the side of his head. Michael grunted, slowing to a stop, his hand on his head. Dirk then felt a lot of pain, and he was on the ground. Luke had used the baseball bat to take out his legs while Dirk had his back turned. Michael approached him, grabbing Dirk's arms and lifting him. The large football player held Dirk out, while Luke sneered.
"You got a lucky shot, Strider." He dropped the baseball bat, opting to use his fists. He punched Dirk in the stomach, making him curl up and gasp for air, even while he glared at the redhead. Luke punched him in the mouth, and Dirk felt blood on his tongue. He let it pool, and then spit in Luke's face.
That only served to piss him off, and he started to viciously beat Dirk up, punching him. Finally, Michael dropped him, and they both started to kick him. Dirk knew this was a mistake, as he felt himself getting bruised and bloody. Finally, the bullies fist bumped, and turned, walking down the alley. Dirk staggered to his feet, picking up the baseball bat that Luke had abandoned and forgot about. He still had some fight in him, and now he had a weapon. He stepped forward, bringing the bat down across Luke's back.
Luke grunted, staggering. Dirk, now furious, kept hammering away at him, until Michael turned and swung a fist. He ducked, and swung the bat at Michael. It hit the larger teen in the elbow, and he shouted in pain, backing away and clutching his arm. Dirk went back to his vicious treatment of Luke, snarling. Finally, the boy was passed out on the ground, and Michael was pulling out his cell phone. Dirk glared, throwing the bat down at Michael's feet. He spit some blood onto the floor.
"See you at school, asshole."
He staggered home, fatigue and pain hitting him. His head was pounding and he leaned against the door to Jane's house. He knocked weakly. He wondered how badly hurt he was. Probably pretty bad, since falling asleep right here sounded really good at the moment. The door opened, and he couldn't even catch himself. He just fell into Jane's house, hitting the pleasantly soft carpet.
There was a distant scream, and Jane was there. Why was it so dark? Her voice came to him like she was underwater.
"Dirk? Dirk! Oh my god what did you DO?"
She was crying, but he just smiled, reaching a hand up to brush the tears away. Why was his hand so bloody? His head was foggy, and he just focused on Jane's face.
"Bullies won't... Hurt you any more, Janey..."
And then he passed out.
Author's Notes:
Uh. Yeah. uwu
