Eridan's POV -How You Got Stuck in the Office-
You escape to the bathroom as the crowd of students rush towards the cafeteria, eager to get their grubby little hands on something to eat. Admittedly, you'd fancy something to eat as well, but you wouldn't dare enter that room especially since THEY were in there. It was just your luck, really, to have the same lunch period as those two. It was unfair that you had to skip lunches, but a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and in this case a man's got to cower in a bathroom to avoid running into his ex-girlfriend and her new boy toy.
Her name was Feferi Peixes and she'd had no fucking problem dumping you on the first day of junior year. For the past week you've been avoiding her to the best of your abilities and it pretty much sucked, but as of three days ago there's been a new addition to the list of people you need to stay away from: her asshole boyfriend. He simply adored tormenting you, always holding her hand and junk RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! Seriously, the nerve of some people! If only everyone were as considerate as you: then life would be perfect.
Once the hallways quiet down, you peer around the corner just to make sure they were empty: they were. You sigh and exit the distasteful restroom, making your way to the library so you can wallow in self-pity and literature until it's time for you to endure hell. By that, you mean classes, obviously. You've memorized the most secluded pathway to the library, seeing as that's the path you'd prefer, and round a corner to storm down yet another corridor-like hallway. Only a couple more twists and turns until-
You blink a couple times, then rub your eyes and blink once more. You just rounded ANOTHER corner on your way to the sanctuary and had been expecting a sense of familiarity to settle into your being. Well, this certainly was FAMILIAR all right, but it was definitely not the kind of familiar you'd been looking forward to. Near the end of this hallway you see the very people you'd been trying so desperately to avoid, pressed against a locker in a heated make out session. Looks like other people were aware of this rather secluded area: not just you. THAT thought had never occurred to you.
They don't notice you, which is no surprise. Nobody ever notices you, and when they do they're usually just harassing you. You don't care all that much, though, because you know that they're just jealous. Why wouldn't they be? You're fucking amazing. You're watching the two people you hate the most make out and you're STILL fucking amazing. Not many people can pull that off.
You grimace in disgust and stomp over to him, footsteps echoing in the nearly desolate hallways. You've got their attention now because they're staring at you, probably with equal disgust. Good, you don't want them to like you. Once you're within an arm's length to Sollux, her boyfriend, you swing your fist towards his stupid face and smirk at the satisfying crunch. Sure, you were being rash with your actions, but who cares? You certainly don't.
Sollux has blood dripping from his mouth as he fights back, fist connecting with your stomach. You double over and hug yourself, completely unprepared for the onslaught of attacks this nerd is dishing out. First he kicks the arms covering your stomach, then pulls you up by your hair and punches your throat. You gasp for breath and grab his thin wrist, using your free hand to grab HIS hair and slam his face against the locker. He groans in pain and you smile, glancing over at a dazed Feferi as she tries to pry you away.
You effortlessly throw her down, bringing your attention back to that pitiful excuse for a boyfriend that she adored so much. You slam his face into the locker repeatedly, hoping to break something. The wrist you were gripping falls limp and you know he won't be fighting back anytime soon, so you kick the inside of his knees to make him kneel against the lockers. Then you knee the side of his face, sending him to the floor beside that stupid fucking whore.
Once the nerd falls to the ground, Feferi is quick to attend to him, cradling his head in her lap and glaring daggers at you with as much hatred as she can muster. You don't give a damn though, thoroughly pleased with your actions. Then there's another set of footsteps and the sound of someone clearing their throat. You turn around abruptly, unable to think of a lie as you come face to face with an adult, presumably a teacher that you don't have. Maybe these hallways weren't as desolate as you had originally thought?
"What's your name?" he asks, to which you cross your arms and close your eyes in defiance.
"That's none a' ya damned business," you pout, and you're more than startled when he grabs your wrist and pulls you away with a surprising amount of force. He leads you away from that hideous couple, much to your amazement, but when the office comes into view you gulp. Without even saying a word he pushes you forward, watching you and pointing at the door. You roll your eyes and open the stupid thing, walking into the stuffy room with your arms crossed and your face towards the ceiling. From the corner of your eye you see a ruffian occupying BOTH of the chairs, meaning you won't be able to rest after such an exhausting task, and you quickly decide that you do NOT like this person, nor do you belong in such close proximity to her. Too bad you'll be stuck with her for the rest of the week, but as was stated before, neither of you know this quite yet.