P.E., Josh's POV

I sat as far away from Mike as I possibly could. That kid is not right! I swear, his eyes just stare into your mind... Seeking your fears... It's scary! I'm already stuck here with all these big bullies, and now him?! What he lacks in size he more than makes up for in intimidation! What'd I do to deserve this? Okay, so I may have done a bit of illegal stuff online... But does that really warrant this? I mean, when he showed up at first he seemed like a pretty cool guy... But this morning... It was like he was a different person... It was weird though, at breakfast he seemed to be joining the jocks table despite his lack of muscles, but a few minutes after sitting down with them he got up and went to an empty table... Then... fell asleep? The warden snapped him out of it at the end of the meal, and he has been muttering to himself since then. Occasionally he'll put his hand on his head, I think he has a headache or something... Oh well, serves him right. Anyways, time to focus. I looked up at the obstacle course and saw it was Mike who was doing it right now. He got through most of it flawlessly, but near the end he clipped a post with his shoulder, and cursed loudly, earning him a warning from the supervisor. He grumbled something under his breath, rubbing his arm, and his eyes met mine. I gasped and looked away quickly. when I hazarded another glance, someone else was on the course. I looked around frantically. 'where did he go?!' I started to take a step forwards, but something caught my collar. I squeaked as I was yanked roughly backwards, and spun around, face-to-face with Mike.

"Is there a reason you've been staring at me all day?" he growled. I shook violently.

"n-n-no s-s-sir!" I stammered, feeling my heart rate spike. He leaned closer.

"Are you sure about that?" he pressed. I nodded hastily. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed the front of my shirt, staring at me intensely. I started to hyperventilate, and I got tunnel vision. I squeezed my eyes shut. Then? he laughed, and pushed me down. I opened my eyes in surprise. "Good." he smirked, turning and sauntering away, whistling a tune.

Lunch, Derek POV

After P.E. we did another one of those stupid PPC talks... 'Positive Peer Culture' hah. No one is dumb enough to actually rat anyone else out to them, I don't know why they still bother. I think Josh almost cracked, but one look from me shut him up. After an hour and a half of awkward conversation and boring questions, we finally got to get lunch. I grabbed my food and went to my usual table. my eyes widened in surprise.

"what's the Runt doin here?!" I asked my buddies, looking at Mike.

"Dunno. he just sat here." My buddy Isaac replied. "He said he wouldn't leave until he saw you. We figured you'd get rid of him."

"Whats wrong, Big Guy? I thought we were friends." the intruder said mock-cheerily. ugh!

"You know damn well that we aren't. SCRAM. I'll deal with you later." I growled, leaning over him.

"why wait? I'm here now. Or are you scared?" He pressed. Oh, someone needs to teach this kid a lesson. I set my jaw.

"Now you listen, and you listen good. This is my turf. I have had it up to here with you, and my buddies will vouch for me that the last guy came around messin shit up got himself messed up. I'll say it one last time. SCRAM. Or else." He rolled his eyes, feigned a yawn, and went back to his food. I felt my eye twitch.

"THAT'S IT!" I roared, picking him up by his shirtfront. He grinned. Why the hell was he grinning?! The room had fallen silent. "I've had it with you, runt! WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!" I shook him roughly. His grin widened. What is with this kid? Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm. I looked down at the uniformed sleeve in confusion. Wait. Crap. Another guard grabbed my other arm.

"Let the new kid go Derek." An authoritative voice commanded. "This isn't the first time you've caused trouble." They took my arms off of him and proceeded to drag me away. I looked back and saw the runt looking after me with a pleased smirk.

"Toodles." He said with a finger wave.

"THIS ISN'T OVER MIKE. I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU'LL REGRET THIS!" I screamed in fury, rage blurring my vision.

"Pipe down." One of the guards said irritably. "Threatening him isn't exactly helping your case." I clenched my jaw. Just gotta wait. Just gotta wait, and he'll get what's comin' to him.

Moments later, Isaac POV

I stared dumbfounded as they took my friend away. I could almost see the storm cloud over his head. 'Well now what?' I thought to myself, then my eyes rested on the new kid. He was smiling smugly, and let out a low chuckle. 'Well that's a place to start.'

"Something funny?" I asked menacingly. He looked at me, his smirk taunting.

"All according to plan." He stated.

"Wha-you did that on purpose?! Oh you are dead meat." I growled.

"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll get yours." I told him. "Soon as these chuckle-heads are out of sight." I gestured to the guards.

"An amusing notion..." he said. I started to stand, when suddenly I felt something at my throat. I froze and locked my eyes on his hand. He was fast! 'How did he get a knife in here...' I gulped, straining to see the weapon he held. Holy shit. This punk was holding a fork to my throat. A freaking fork! I would be laughing if I didn't feel like he wouldn't hesitate to use it. "...But I highly doubt that." He grinned widely. After a while, he chuckled and put the fork back on his tray, picking it up. Then, he casually walked off, whistling.

Connor POV

So this new guy... He's kind of a douche.