The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue across the school hallway.
As Dick walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but let out a self-assured chuckle. "Well, well, well," he muttered under his breath, "looks like my little plan worked like a charm.", his mind awash with contentment.
The successful execution of his plan had left him feeling relentlessly pleased, and he relished the thought of the events that had unfolded earlier in the day.
He continued his internal monologue, relishing in the taste of victory. "I knew John would fall for it. He's always been so predictable."
With each step, he could practically feel his newfound power coursing through his veins, a reminder of the sweet taste of revenge.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication, a belief that his plans were finally bearing fruit.
As he made his way down the familiar corridor, heading home after another day at school, Dick couldn't help but reflect on the events that had transpired.
John's humiliation had been really been the highlight of his day. As Dick continued down the hallway, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of John propped up against a corner, as if he had been waiting for Dick.
The surprise encounter brought a smirk to Dick's lips, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to savor the moment.
Dick quickly scanned him in his new and tidy outfit, But what caught Dick's attention even more was the telltale red palm print on John's face. It was a vivid mark that stood out against his fair complexion, evidence of Tina's punishment for his embarrassing performance earlier in the day.
The redness had not yet faded. The fact that Tina had resorted to such measures to reprimand him only added to the satisfaction that welled up inside Dick.
The redness had not yet faded. The fact that Tina had resorted to such measures to reprimand him only added to the satisfaction that welled up inside Dick.
"Dick" John shouted form his corner.
Dick did not ready to have any conversation with him walks on completely ignoring his call.
This angered John the more. The sight of Dick nonchalantly brushing off his attempt at conversation fueled John's anger even more. His frustration grew into a burning rage as he quickened his pace to catch up with his target. John was determined to confront Dick about the events of the day.
"You piece of shit!" John growled through gritted teeth as he finally caught up with Dick, his temper flaring like a matchstick.
He jumped out in front of him, blocking his path, and there was no mistaking the intensity of his anger. He was ready to confront the person he held responsible for the humiliation he had suffered earlier.
He glared at Dick, his eyes filled with fury. "I'm talking to you!" John's voice was tinged with a mix of indignation and desperation. He couldn't let Dick get away with what he believed was a deliberate act of sabotage.
"You are the cause of what happened today!" John accused, his scowl deepening as he pointed an accusatory finger at Dick. He couldn't hold back the surge of anger that coursed through him.
"You bought expired milk and made me drink that trash. You made me have diarrhea in front of Tina and others!" His voice rose in volume, echoing through the hallway as he vented his frustration.
Despite John's heated accusations and the intensity of his anger, Dick simply snickered in response. His kept a blank expression and he acted as though he was completely unfazed by John's outburst. His nonchalant demeanor only added fuel to the fire of John's anger.
The tension in the hallway was palpable, and the few students who had been witnesses to this confrontation watched in stunned silence.
Inside Dick's mind, a quiet chuckle formed at the thought of John's misguided assumptions.
"What a moron," he mused to himself, his eyes betraying nothing of the amusement that danced within. "This idiot feels I had set a trap for him..."
He couldn't help but find it absurd that John believed he had orchestrated a trap for him.
John perceived the mockery in Dick's gaze and it was like adding fuel to an already raging fire. His anger blazed brighter, an inferno of frustration and resentment. He was convinced that Dick was responsible for the events that had transpired earlier, and he was determined to make him pay for it.
In a flash of pure fury, John clenched his fist and launched it toward Dick's face, fueled by the burning desire to exact revenge. His fist surged forward with all the force of his pent-up anger, aimed squarely at Dick's face. In that heated moment, it was as if the entire world had faded into the background.
But to John's astonishment and frustration, Dick did something unexpected. As John's clenched fist hurtled toward its target, Dick slowly raised his hands, intercepting the fist's momentum with a calm and collected demeanor. This move defied John's expectations and left him momentarily stunned.
John was so shocked.
For the first time, Dick had dared to stand up to him, to thwart his rage with a mere lift of their hands. It was an unfamiliar and uncomfortable sensation for John, one that left him grappling with a complex mix of emotions.
But anger quickly surged to the forefront of his mind, overwhelming any sense of surprise or confusion. The fact that Dick had not only defended himself but had also done so easily only intensified John's anger. In all the time where he had bullied him, Dick had never dared to stop him in his tracks like this or lift his hand to him.
As John's rage continued to burn, Dick remembered his decision to stay low-key. He understood the importance of maintaining his low-key facade and not drawing undue attention to himself.
Revealing his true strength would only complicate matters further and potentially draw the eyes of others. As the tension between Dick and John hung in the air, Dick remained strong in his decision not to reveal his true strength. It was a calculated choice, one that allowed him to maintain his low-key facade and avoid unnecessary attention. He knew that slipping away and running from John would be the best course of action.
However, just as Dick was preparing to make his discreet exit, a sudden and unexpected development startled him. Out of nowhere, a swift kick shot toward John's abdomen, striking him with incredible force. The impact sent John sprawling through the air, his body tumbling uncontrollably before crashing onto the floor.
Dick's eyes widened in surprise as he watched this unforeseen turn of events. The source of the powerful kick quickly became apparent as Gloria strode over with an air of boiling rage. Her eyes blazed with an intense fury, and her entire demeanor radiated an aura of unrestrained anger.
She approached John, who lay sprawled on the ground, with determined strides.
As Gloria drew nearer, her eyes remained fixed on John, her irises flashing a fiery shade of red. The intensity of her anger was so strong, and it seemed as though she were on the verge of erupting like a volcano.
"You dare touch my boy-toy, you diarrhea trash?!" Gloria's voice thundered through the air, her words laced with a venomous rage that could cut like a knife.
And with a swift and forceful motion, Gloria raised her hand and sent a resounding slap smacking across John's face. The impact was sharp and stinging, leaving an instant mark on John's cheeks. The red palms of Gloria's hand were imprinted on his skin.
Both of John's cheeks now bore the unmistakable print of Gloria's wrath, each red palm leaving its own indelible mark. The pain from the slap reverberated through his face, as he held his face with both palms.
In the ,midst of the tense atmosphere, John found himself in an incredibly precarious position. He had not known that Dick was gloria's boy-toy. He laid sprawled on the ground, his cheeks bearing the unmistakable imprints of Gloria's forceful slap, John was a picture of defeat.
"I-I didn't know h-he was yours..." John pathetically whimpered, his voice trembling with fear as he stammered out his words.
His hands instinctively shot up to clutch his reddened cheeks, not only out of physical pain but also as a feeble attempt to shield himself from Gloria's piercing gaze.