No-one's POV
As Blaze sends a fist flying towards James's face, as if on instincts, James quickly puts pressure on his feet, while simultaneously pressing both of his palms against the two edges of the desk to steady his body, pushing himself backwards to avoid the fist that was barely an inch away.
Since James pushed himself while he was still sitting down on his chair, it made a high pitched scratching sound like a metal pipe being dragged against the ground, causing everyone to plug their ears while groaning in agony.
The idea of James avoiding his attack, angered Blaze, causing him to get up and charge towards James, indicating what happened between the two just now didn't sit well with him.
As James saw Blaze get up from his seat, turning towards him, he too got up from his seat and backed up a little to great some distance between the two.
Blaze sends his right fist towards James's stomach, causing James to use both his hands to stop the attack.
Seeing an opening, Blaze used the opportunity to hit James straight in the face, crushing his nose in the process, crushing some of his bones at the same time, using his left hand.
James let's out a small groan and slightly tumbled backwards.
He reached out to touch his once little cute button nose to now a bleeding, broken one.
When James saw the blood on his fingertips, it boiled him with rage, finally deciding to fight back!
James speedily and swiftly send a fist towards the right side of Blaze's face, hitting his right eye.
The girls kept letting gasps of shock while secretly being turned on and discussing amongst themselves on who's going to win.
The boys on the other hand couldn't care less and either whistled in rejoice or incourage them to fight and knock each other out.
The old Gramps couldn't bare and continue to watch the two youngsters tear each other up.
Mr. Williams sighed before shouting: "Both of you stop this foolish act at once"!
James and Blaze both stop in their tracks hearing Mr. Williams sudden outburst, simultaneously silencing the class as well.
"I want both of you animals out of my classroom for the rest of the period and one hour detention after school. Both of you".
"Ohh", boomed the class. "And you kids as well. If you don't stop your hooligan behavior, it's detention for you all too".
The classroom was once again silence and all eyes were on James and Blaze.
"Did you not hear what I said you too, or are you now deaf"? "But sir, he punched me fi-",
Mr. Williams got irritated and cut James off before he could finish his sentence.
"I did not ask for an explanation Mr. Jackals, nor do I care about what conspired between you two to start fight. What I asked of you was to exit out of my classroom".
"But si-", "Two hours of detention. Why don't you do yourself a favor, Mr. Jackals. Stop talking and get out, both of you". Eyeing Blaze at the process.
"What a load of bullsh*t". Murmured Blaze before making his way to the door. "Careful Mr. Asher. We wouldn't wanna make it three now, do we"? Blaze stopped in his tracks for a few moments before proceeding towards the door and exiting the classroom.
James soon follows behind Blaze out of the classroom, closing the door behind him. Now stuck with each others presence outside.
James let out a silent sigh and consulting himself inside his mind he's gonna get through this.
He slides down against the wall and sits down, making sure there's a good distance between him and Blaze, in case he wants to try something with him, he'll have enough time to react.
Time skip to break time
James didn't end up going to the cafeteria for lunch like the other students, instead he went to the school rooftop to rest up.
Earning eerie glares from everyone in hallways, before heading to the rooftop James made a quick stop by the schools infirmary to get his nose fixed up with some ointment and bandaids.
Let's just say the stares didn't bother James one bit, instead his mind was occupied by curtain individual.
After reaching the end of the staircase and onto the rooftop he made sure to find a spot with shade and where no sunlight could reach or penetrate.
Finding a spot behind the rooftop, he sat down to rest as he was currently drained of energy. And with that James closed his eyes, entering slumber land and escaping reality.
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By the time James came around, it was 2:15PM, already after school. As James starts heading down the staircase, he makes a quick stop by the cafeteria in search for food to consume as he was very hungry. He had only ate little breakfast before leaving house and didn't eat anything else for the entire day.
After arriving he inspected each glass stall to see what was left over from today's menu. He grabbed some items and proceeded towards the till to pay for his item. He didn't bother grabbing a tray as it was only three items, which were a bottle of water, a small pack of black lays and a protein bar.
Finding a spot, he sat down and consumed his goods. After he finished he through away his trash and made his towards Mr. Williams class for his two hours of detention, he wondered if he already got there or is also getting there late.
When he arrived outside the classroom door, again, he knocked three times and entered without waiting for a response.
Inside he found the old Gramps sitted down in his desk sorting out textbooks, 'probably the history textbook for the year'.
"Sure took your time arriving Mr. Jackals. A whole twenty minutes", said Mr. Williams without looking up from his desk. "No sir, just got lost on the way here", lied James through his teeth.
"Liar", said someone within the classroom. It was the boy he who he had fought with early on and landed him in detention. The same boy who he had complimented thinking he was kinda handsome, which for your information James barely does, unless it's his parents or family members and of course, himself.
"What's that"? James asked the boy who sat in the middle of the classroom, with one hand folded on the desk, the other underneath his chin, supporting his head and bag thrown lazily next to him. His bag didn't look that different from James with barely any books inside, but looked more expensive. *Poor bag*.
"I said that you're lying", replied the boy, now staring at him in the eyes. "I saw you paying for something at the cafeteria. It sure didn't look like you were running late to me".