"Triiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg...."
The super familiar sound of the school alarm entered Mino ears, making him feel at ease. It was lunch break. He checked the time on his wristwatch. He had a total of thirty minutes to listen to Amene and tell what he had promised he would.
Also, he had heard that they were going to Sir Doc to ask him about Mino's mysterious recovery. But the thing was, he hadn't told the event of encountering the strange man by the alleyway to Sir Doc. Not that he was going to tell them that.
As he heaved himself up and stretched himself, a bit stiff after continuously sitting for nearly four hours, he noticed some people
heading in his direction.
"Oh hoho! Mushy-Mino's keeping himself super fit isn't he?"
"Yeah! Seems like this rat has finally understood how unhealthy a life he lives pfffft!!!"
"Woah woah, calm down guys... his fragile mind won't be able to take it !!!"
Gareth, Nesson and Aster and their daily dose of drama, without which the food wouldn't go down their throat. Mino sincerely hoped for the drama to end with just abrasive comments.
As he got out of his desk, a hand landed on his shoulder. It belonged to a lean, muscular boy with blackish brown hair and muddy brown eyes. It was Alison. Neither did Mino remember his family name, nor that he thought that it was worth remembering.
Alison whispered in his ears, "C'mon, why are ya running away? Let's have some fun will we, hihi?"
Mino didn't have any time to waste. He had a lot to discuss. He was tired of the whole drama and blood was rushing to his head. So he chose the easiest plan. To get beat up quickly and then being left alone.
He responded, whispering in a super serious tone, "Sorry Alison, I'm not gay."
The drastic change in Alison's face was worth observing. Mino felt the grip on his shoulder get stronger as Alison's other hand caught hold of his collar and he was lifted up from the ground.
"Can you repeat yourself?"
Alison was giving off a threatening aura as he asked this question in a quiet, slow voice, his face flushed red and his muddy eyes bloodshot.
"I am not gay. Also, even if I had all the time in the world, I wouldn't be spending it with people like you. You make a four vs one and still grin smugly when you win. Shameless, absolutely so. He fired off insults after insults, to be honest, it felt delightfully refreshing.
The other boys were glaring at him too.
"Haha, you have gone too far Mino. Now there's no turning back."
As soon as he said this, he threw Mino across the room and dashed towards him. Mino fell down on the cold, hard, tiled floor and let out a groan of pain.
"Ugh...aaaaaaahhhh!!"
His groan was interrupted by a kick to his stomach, making him curl up while holding his belly. However Alison was not satisfied. He stepped on Mino's flank, leaving an imprint of a shoe, accompanied by a cry of pain. Even Mino didn't think he would go that far.
"Hey you three, what the fuck are you people waiting for?!"
The three previously looking at Mino with smiling faces now grinned arrogantly and headed in his direction. Nesson punched Mino's face hard, and he got a cut on his upper lip.
"Aaaaaahhhh!"
"You are going easy of him. Here see, how it's done."
Saying this, Gareth mustered as much strength as he could and kicked him in the exact same area in the stomach Alsion had done previously.
"Ugh... ahem ahem.... bleurgh!"
His body lurched in reflex, making a motion as if he was about to throw up any moment. Only his gastric juice came out, leaving a horrible taste in his mouth. Finally, Aster came forward, kicked Mino over and landed a sharp chop on his back.
Mino could only spasm in pain, he had no air left in his lungs to even scream.
"I hope you have learnt your lesson." snorting arrogantly, Alsion left the room, signalling his lackeys to leave Mino alone.
Lifting himself up with a lot of struggle, he took in a deep breath. A sharp pain ran across his back and stomach. His face wasn't doing well either. Ashu was absent, or else he would've definitely prevented this from happening.
But there was no use thinking about that. He took a step forward, only to lose balance. Supporting himself using the teacher's table, he finally regained his balance. He looked around to see most of the people glaring at him, as if saying "You earned it bastard, why the hell are you looking at us? You want help you scum?"
[Like hell I want.]
Ignoring the throbbing pains all over his body, suppressing the bitterness in his heart, he stayed silent. No, he didn't even ask himself the stupid question he usually asks.
Having stabilized his erratic breathing, he went over to the canteen.