PART V
"I am so late," Cye muttered as he ran up the stairs to History. "I knew I shouldn't have started that dough today."
As he got closer to the classroom, Cye looked up to see someone else who was late to History coming from the other end of the hallway. Cye steeled himself, knowing this had the potential to turn ugly.
He continued to walk and at some point realized that he and Rowen were going to reach the door at the same time. Should I hang back or speed up? he thought. Either way, he'll notice me which he hasn't done yet. So what do I do?
The point became moot rather quickly though, as both Cye and Rowen reached for the doorknob. Rowen's eyes flashed up. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he hissed.
"Going to class," Cye replied as evenly as possible. I refuse to let him get to me. "You don't mind, I hope?" he added, slipping in a bit of sarcasm.
Rowen shoved Cye up against a locker, his pent up fury from the whole morning finding an outlet. "Maybe I do mind, you little prick. But what do you care, you've been fucking with my life since you got here."
What the hell... "What the hell are you talking about?"
Rowen shoved him again. "You damn well what I'm talking about."
Something clicked for Cye. He shoved Rowen off of him. "What, are you telling me who I can and can't be friends with?"
"Stay the fuck out of my life!" Rowen all but yelled, sticking a finger in Cye's face.
Cye batted the hand away. "Don't blame me for your fucked up life. If you're pissed off about it that's your own damn fault."
No! Rowen's mind screamed. That's what he always says! He slammed Cye into another wall, this time a concrete section. "You don't know shit about my life," he growled.
Cye slipped out from under Rowen again and rubbed the back of his head. He snorted. "Yeah, but from what I have seen, you aren't much of a friend, anyway."
At that, Cye dashed down the hall, Rowen hot on his heels. The two flew down two flights of stairs and a hallway before ending up on the front yard of the school. Cool, early November winds hit Cye but he barely noticed. What the hell am I doing? I'm supposed to be in class! Cye chanced a glance behind him and was rewarded by getting knocked flat on his back. The two rolled over and over, each trying to pummel the other.
"Take it back!"
"Truth is truth," Cye retorted before pushing Rowen off and scrambling up to run again.
Rowen chased him almost halfway around the school before knocking him flat again. "Who the fuck are you to make judgments on my life?" he snarled as he punched Cye in the stomach.
Too winded to come up with a good comeback, Cye simply kicked him and jumped up to run. Damn, he hits hard! he thought as he struggled to catch his breath. This has to stop or he'll be chasing me around the school all day.
Cye came around the corner to the front of the school again. He slowed down as he spotted a few small groups of students scattered about. Geez! Did the bell ring? I have another class to go to! "Look," he growled, "maybe you can waste you're life beating the shit out of the people who piss you off, but others of us have work to do."
"Shut the fuck up, you little - ow!" Rowen felt himself being roughly pulled off of Cye and restrained.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Shit. Kento.
"Well?!" Kento looked from Cye to Rowen, but they only glared at each other. "What the hell is the matter with you two? You're lucky I found you instead of a teacher, otherwise you'da both had detention!" Inside the school a bell rang. Kento glared at Cye. "What the hell are you still standing here fore? Get your sorry butt to class!"
Cye finally looked at Kento. Then, throwing a last glare at Rowen, turned and ran into the building.
Kento let go of Rowen. "And you come with me," he snapped. He grabbed Rowen by the wrist and pulled him in through another door to the building.
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After Cye had left, most students had departed as well, heading in to class or to lunch. But one pair of hidden brown eyes remained to watch as the other two left the scene. The owner of the brown eyes sighed and shook his head, then quietly slipped away.
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