AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The guard nearby radios for backup again and calls for them to break it up. He doesn't actually offer to break it up himself, though, but in fairness, he would be dumb to intervene between these two. Dean and Zane get into some sort of altercation once a week at minimum, and their little spats almost never devolve into anything more than dumb and dumber hitting each other.
No one around here cares about another fight between the two of them. They fight over everything and anything, class, other students, food, and probably the weather. I can see it in my head.
Zane asks if it's hot outside.
Dean responds that it's not.
Zane throws down when he opens the door, and it's eighty degrees Fahrenheit.
Everyone is bored with their bullshit, or at least I am.
The two morons should really just go to couples' counseling at this point and get it over with.
Dean shouts something at Zane, spit flying everywhere, and Zane turns the color of a fire truck before he barrels for his bro dude and tackles him to the floor. In the process, his head or elbow or something connects with Dean's mouth, and blood and at least one tooth go flying. It splatters, hitting Kill's pants and shoes, who's minding his own business and on the way to class. I see the beautiful moment when my friend stops walking and looks down at whatever shit has fucked up his kicks. Then he looks over and spots the bomb to his morning plans.
Zane's wailing on Dean, more blood shooting everywhere, and I start to laugh because there's too much energy inside of me again, too much noise. I can feel it tickling my brain now, making me laugh even when society says it shouldn't be funny. Granted, I do actually find this to be hilarious, though, and even more so when Kill looks up from his splattered shoes, raises an eyebrow, locks eyes with me, and shrugs a shoulder.
Oh shit.I was wrong.
Dean and Zane might not be smart enough to incite a riot on most days, but now they've gone and done it. They've annoyed Killian, and everybody knows my boy only likes blood play when he's fucking, and he definitely doesn't like it from the male gender.
He's about to fuck some shit up, and it makes me laugh even harder.
Kill's stare slices across the hall, and he finds, like I do, that Dean and Zane are grunting and rolling on the floor, their noses busted and their eyes swelling shut. We both know he isn't going to get the satisfaction of an actual fight from one of them. They both look ten seconds away from being down for the count.
He watches as an overmedicated sophomore walks by, oblivious to the commotion. The dude's pupils are so dilated that he looks like an alien, and he probably doesn't even know what planet he's on, but he's a big motherfucker, and I bet Kill thinks he'll give it back as good as he takes it.
Kill takes three steps toward him and slams the guy into the wall. With one fist clenched around the dude's lapel, Kill lands an uppercut that I think I can hear even over the shouting. I'm still laughing as I slip by them, and fuck, it hurts.
My chest and my middle ache from my laughter.
It's so funny though, and I can't stop. I can't even breathe.
The overmedicated moron doesn't really even snap out of it until Kill's knuckles connect with his nose this time. Then the dude wails like he's been shot.
Fuck, it's hilarious.
Oh my God. I can't breathe. I can't see him. I'm crying and laughing, and I'm desperately trying not to do both, but the noise is so loud.
It's so fucking funny.
My Firefly doesn't even turn around and look at the disaster unfolding behind her. The guard on the radio backs away to the wall and watches for a moment, slipping his baton from his belt. He doesn't try to break up Dean and Zane or Kill and the oblivious kid either. He's afraid someone's going to come at him, and it's a smart instinct.
Distracted and with his back turned, someone definitely would.
Maybe me.
Maybe Saint.
Probably Kill since he's in a bloodletting mood at the moment.
We're not allowed to have lockers, or the medicated kid's skull would've made a nice clang against the metal. Three newbies show their faces, and I get it. I've been there too. They want to be badass and solidify their spots as the next three kings. They all come up behind Kill, and I should intervene. I will if he can't handle it, but fuck, I grab onto the wall, bleary-eyed and sucking in air as I cackle. I wipe my tears away and watch.
I guess they think that if they gang up on my friend, it'll be easy, but they underestimate him.
When the first punch lands to the back of his blond hair, Kill doesn't even stagger with the hit. He just lets the guy on the wall go, and the kid slides down, melting into a human-shaped puddle at his feet. Then Kill turns around and knockout punches the biggest asshole in the face. His short ass falls backward, hitting the floor like a dead weight, and oh my God, this is perfect.
I can't stop laughing.
