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For most, no, wait, all people, the first day back at school was an emotional time, even if only at a small and lower level. You show happiness to see your friends again. You show nervousness about what may or may not have changed. You show angriness towards the foreseeable term of tests, studying and classes.
However, Ryder's first day back showed only one thing…sadness. He was sad that he would have to see his friends – and his friends would have to see him. He was sad that things might have changed, because he liked things as they were months beforehand. He was sad because, after all that had happened, he had studies and tests to worry about too.
Ryder's new look was somewhat controversial. He wasn't sporting piercings or 'emo' clothes. Instead, he was wearing dark black jeans, a set of black, laced boot and a grey hoody that suitably covered his head, and the short, unkempt haircut that he had since he cut his hair shamefully.
As he shadily navigated the corridor, he recalled the same thought that he had been thinking for the past few weeks. "If he's behind bars, why I am still scared?" he thought. It was true, his stalker was safely away and arrested. But, still, Ryder was worried about him. What happened in a few, a dozen years when he was released? Would he find the teen and rape him again? What if he was part of a network of paedophiles, all of which were trying to find him?
He had only two lessons today; so, he tried his best to think positively. Firstly, however, he buried his head into his locker, and scanned for the utensils and books he needed for the day. Suddenly, a hand pressed firmly on his shoulder. Ryder, still sheltering his face with his hood, spun around with sheer worry and succeeded in elbowing his 'attacker' in the chest.
"What the fuc…" said Jake, winded enough so that his breathing was…hindered. He staggered back, and Marley, as she normally did, comforted him by hugging his shoulders.
Ryder looked at the two, unsure on both why he lashed out – and why they were talking to him in the first place.
"I thought…anyway you hate me, right?" Ryder said quietly, shiftily looking around as he did.
"We never hated you, Ryder, never. We just wanted the best for you!" Marley spoke softly, and Jake nodded in agreement. "And, well, we're both glad you got over Katie…we know how it must have been for you…" she continued.
In a moment of rage that never crossed Ryder since after the rape, he lunged forwards, hand in a clawed shape, and threw Marley against the wall, his hand clenched tightly around his throat.
"No you DON'T know what it's like!" he bellowed.
Jake came to his girlfriends' defence, and he grabbed Ryder's arm, which seemed more buff than usual, as though he had spent most of his time working out recently. He used on arm to try and dislodge the clawed hand, and the other to grab Ryder's chest-scuff, and pull him apart.
Ryder was a lot stronger than Jake expected, and, the only way he could save his crying girlfriend would be to get more violent. He let go of Ryder, but immediately adopted a tackle. The two buff boys ended in a clump on the floor, as more people built up around; watching and pointing.
At one moment, Ryder was on top of Jake, punching ferociously at his chest and face. In another moment, Jake was on top of Ryder, pinning him down and grunting for air. The fighting went on for a good few minutes, generating a ball of limbs and subsequent sweat on the floor. Both boys were equally matched, and, after about five minutes, it became somewhat embarrassing to watch them fight.
Finally, Jake managed to stand up (after throwing Ryder viciously to the floor) and, as he panted and recovered, he glared down on Ryder, noticing his hood had fallen down in the process. Jake, although angry that he had to fight one of his dearest friends, couldn't help but feel sympathy – especially when Ryder looked up and revealed a face-full of bruises and gashes, as well as bags under his eyes, which were a sleepless red and black. Something had happened to Ryder that Jake, Marley, or the rest of the McKinley crowd who were watching never knew about.
"Dude…you okay…?" Jake brought himself to ask after struggling through his anger.
"Of course…of course not!" Ryder howled, rushing to his feet and slamming Jake into the locker.
Luckily enough, at this moment, Mr Schue appeared from around the corner. He offloaded his drink's flask and folder to a nearby fight-observer, and rushed over. He seamlessly grabbed across Ryder's chest, and pulled him back, proceeding to drag him into his office.
"You too, Jake!" he grunted, bemusedly. At the command, Jack straightened his tee-shirt out, and followed.
Both boys sat still, completely emotionless as Mr Schuester paced the room, glancing at them with every given moment. Jake occasionally looked to Ryder, and Ryder looked pass his hood to Jake. Eventually, their teachers' patience found itself lost, and he spoke in an unfamiliar gruff and demanding tone.
"What the…what was that about?" he asked, glaring especially at Ryder. There was only a grunt in response.
"Okay. Ryder, why were you attacking Jake? What's got into you lately? And put that flamin' hood down!" he shouted. Ryder stood up and clenched his fist, but slammed it on the table.
At a quick glance, Jake might've thought that Ryder was crying, but, he wasn't sure.
Ryder then left, and ushered his way to the choir-room. Jake let himself out, and Mr. Schue approached Ryder, looking at him angrily and expectantly.
"…Mr Schue…I was…I was groomed…" Ryder's tears spoke. Will realised immediately what this meant, and offered a supportive and apologetic hug in return.
Hey! Did you like it? Well, i'll take any suggestions for songs or scenes, because, it's more open as a story now!