BATTLE ROYALE: Raison Detré.
'Reason to Be.'
Chapter 1
"ZOLIANIS!" It was the teacher of the adolescent group, Mr. Boyd Rogers. He yelled at a tall, long haired boy who was face down on his desk, a puddle of drool flowing out of his mouth onto his desk.
"Wha—wha…?" The boy sat up and as his body extended, as did a translucent band of mouth juice. Everyone else laughed at the aquatic disaster that was the stretchy strand of saliva extending from the desk top up to his open mouth. Dante Zolianis (Boy Number Five) realized the presence of the stretchy substance, and then swatted it away with his hand, smiling goofily as he ruffled his hair with his other hand.
"Pay attention in my class!" A vein throbbed in the temple of bald-headed Mr. Rogers the teacher of the delinquents, as his face turned a delicate shade of fuchsia. His eyebrows curved into a steep 'V' as he glared at Dante, his upper lip twitching.
"S-sorry…" replied Dante, who sat upright, putting his hands under his desk. He felt a sharp punch on the arm from someone beside him. Dante's nastic response led him face to face with his best friend since, well… forever, Ike Ferdez (Boy Number Sixteen.)
"Way to go, moron," Ike taunted. Dante let out a girlish giggle, then, realizing that that was his actual laugh, he pretended as though it were a joke. The two then turned back to their tyrant administrator, taking in the lesson he was giving about Physics.
After class, Dante and Ike proceeded out of the busy crowd through the door. Their next class was Physical Education, which took place in the gymnasium.
"Let me get my gym strip, faggot," Dante insulted Ike as the two laughed about some ugly chick.
"Sure thing, dickwad," Ike smiled as the two exchanged taunts. "Wait! No. We don't have gym. We're going on the field trip, remember? Mr. Rogers just told us."
"What? I thought that was last period!" Dante frowned as he said this.
"Nope. Got bumped up," Ike smiled as he saw Dante's obvious predicament. Dante had to gather his things and head to the bus in a mere matter of minutes. This journey would take him the entire length of the school and back, which was quite an inconvenience considering Dante had to be as fast as possible in order to make it for the bus. Ike, meanwhile, scurried off to the locker that was just down an adjacent hallway. He took out his things from his locker that he needed for the trip and headed toward the front doors to the large Greyhound parked in the school's parking lot.
"Grahgarhgagh!" Dante pretended he were some sort of ogre, getting a laugh out of Ike, as he began to sprint through massive crowds of people to his locker. Wait… why the hell did he waste all that time watching Ike get his things? Dante groaned as he realized he'd have to be all that much quicker.
Sidestepping and sprinting through other shifting students, Dante managed to get to the 'Z' section of lockers. He shuffled over to the locker which hosted the contents of Dante's school things, number 998. Entering his locker combo, he opened it, retrieved the blue bag of school things, and then closed it. He began his return journey to the front office, until he was stopped by something more mighty than any brick wall in the, uhm, world.
Sid Algar, (Boy Number Three) stared Dante down with most apprehension.
"Get out of my way!" Dante shoved Sid aside with his shoulder, but Sid wouldn't have it. He grabbed Dante by the back of his collar and brought him face to face with him. Sid's curly brown hair, perched atop his head like a dead poodle swayed slightly as he had grabbed Dante.
"Ew…" Dante mimicked vomiting as Sid held him close. "Your breath reeks of ass," Dante laughed at his own joke in his head. 'Good one!' he thought. He knew he was being ridiculous.
Sid's reaction was quite expected, as he reeled his fist back to punch Dante in the face. Dante quickly ducked, dashing through the dispersing crowd to get back to his final destination. Sid, meanwhile, stayed close behind, shoving aside crowds of people as he made chase.
Neither of the two was very strong. They were both around the same height, with brown hair, though Dante's was somewhat blonde. Dante had blue eyes, while Sid had brown. Though they were fierce enemies, they were similar in appearance.
Dante laughed as he ducked and jumped through the crowds of ignorant passerby. He actually managed to get away with quick "Hey's" and "Hi's" along the way. Finally, Dante reached the light of the cafeteria. The front doors were in a hallway just to his left. Dante screeched along the shiny floor, drifting a few feet on his sneakers before sprinting to the doors. Suddenly, he felt the top half of his body moving forward while the bottom half stopped.
"Ahhhhh!" Dante tripped, landing square on his face. Sid, meanwhile, took this opportunity to pounce upon Dante.
"HEY!" A loud bark echoed throughout the near-empty cafeteria as the principal of the school burst towards the two students. Sid immediately relinquished his grip on the fallen Dante, while Dante stood up, brushing dust off of his front. "No fighting!" was all the principal said as he bolted down another hallway in a brisk walk. Sid spat at Dante's feet, while Dante laughed his girly laugh. Upon hearing this, Sid turned around and gave Dante a look which said, "Was that you?" Dante shrugged and feigned ignorance, trying to cover-up for his girly laugh.
Dante sighed as Sid walked towards the front door. He followed a few meters behind, trying not to risk getting in another conflict. Sid, meanwhile, maintained a slow walk along the hallway.
Dante was normal, to sum things up. He had neck-length dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall nose. His hair hung over the front of his face to his eyebrows, while the back and sides twirled out in tiny curls. The hood he was wearing had a zipper in the front, while it was colored a dark grey, dark enough to the point of blackness. His jeans were blue, and the shirt worn underneath his hood was a bold red. He was very skinny, though his legs were quite muscular. Dante was an avid long-distance runner. He was also into volleyball. He was somewhat tall, also, reaching almost six feet. Dante's sneakers were worn out from extensive shenanigans, which made an odd-looking contrast from the brown canvas of them to the white streaks allocated across the front and side. Dante shook his head as he continued walking, and then stopped when he noticed a girl standing outside her locker.
It was her. The girl of Dante's dreams, to be precise. Ruby Fetega, (Girl Number Seventeen) stood at her locker twirling the center of the lock. Dante walked up to her, engaging conversation.
"Hey," he said in a goofy voice as he leaned up against the locker next to hers. Ruby turned around, and smiled seeing Dante's bright face. Her short, multicolored hair reached as far as Dante's did, and her pink vest overtop of her long-sleeve sweatshirt shone in the reflected light of the lit school hallways.
"Hey there, big guy!" Ruby punched Dante in the stomach lightly, making Dante laugh goofily. Dante felt his stomach squirm as she did so.
"Ready for the lame-ass field trip?" Dante asked as Ruby opened her locker, taking her things out.
"What? This field trip sounds fun!" Ruby looked into Dante's eyes… Time froze for Dante. He admired her doe-like eyes, which were a shining color of hazel. Her round face, which looked pretty cute, smiled as Dante said nothing.
"Uhm. What? Yeah! That's what I meant," Ruby laughed in response to Dante's idiocy. She turned back to her locker and continued to search for her necessary provisions. Dante, meanwhile, slapped himself on the inside, trying to find other ways of bringing up something to talk about.
Dante figured there was nothing wrong with this girl. She was funny, cute, out-going, nice… Every aspect in a girl Dante could possibly want.
"Okay, well I'm gonna go now." Ruby slung the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she spoke.
"Okay. See you later." Dante waved as Ruby walked out of the front doors, then, realizing he too would have to exit those doors, followed. Outside, the Greyhound bus stood tall in the parking lot, its metallic exterior highlighted by the sunlight. The June summer was warm and sunny, making for excellent outdoor conditions. The rest of Dante's class lay in the grass, sat talking to each other, or they just plain hung out. Dante could see many of his friends as they sat outside… Though he could see his enemies, too. As Dante smiled and sat down with Ike and the rest of his crew, he surveyed the rest of the school. Little did he know, this was the last he would see of Cochrane High. As the bus conductor motioned for the students and the teacher to climb aboard, Dante stood up thinking, "This is gonna be one crazy field trip."
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