Pick of the day for skipping his lessons. The place is quite and nice, a bench in the playground. Perfect for sunbathing.
Gilbert feels annoyed when his nap is disturbed by two guys. No friendly vibes from them.
He is an awesome fighter, no doubts about that.
The first attacker takes the fall. His whine is music to Gilbert's ears. The second guy is already gone. Now, it's just to finish the one on the pavement off. Nobody crosses Gilbert Beilschmidt when he needs his beauty sleep.
Gilbert feels blood dripping from his nose and his forehead is cut over the left eye. Little shits. Now he'll have to look for a place to clean up before going home. He spits the blood out, that always disgusts him in the fights. The taste of iron.
It is to late to notice. When he is about to punch the lights out of the first guy, something heavy hits his shoulder. Probably baseball bat. Great. Now it's not just an ordinary fist fight. Swift strike to the head follows.
When he wakes up, Gilbert is already on the ground, face down, feeling hits on his back and more blood in his mouth. He feels dizzy and the eyes can't focus.
It must be some big shit he pulled off to aggravate the other guys. Not everyday you bring hard striking weapons to a high school brawl. It's time to run away. Somehow. In his current condition, he can't probably pull off "a run for your life" retreat.
The opportunity comes in the form of a loud shriek from somewhere afar. His attackers retreat as the curses from the opposite direction get more distinguishable.
Sharp pain shoots up from his shoulder when his body is turned, positioned on his back. Gilbert winces. In the peripheral field of vision a silhouette appears. A blur of pale green, yellow and blue.
In the last attempt to save his delinquent pride, after being beaten bloody in the middle of a playground, he musters a nonchalant smile. But damn, if it doesn't feel like one of most humiliating moments in his sixteen year long life. Gilbert will play it cool, he always was a good actor, "Do you have a smoke?"
"Sure, hope you don't mind it's American Golden." The filter is gently pushed in between his bleeding lips. The cigarette is lighten. Gilbert sees the person looming over him, smiling with pity while scrutinising the blood and mess. He smiles back.
American Golden are nice cigarettes, maybe the taste won't make you think delicious but they come 25 in a pack, what a deal ;3 For the time being my personal fav are Lucky strikes light.
Probably chapters will be alternating between now in the timeline and highschool time