Getting slammed into a set of lockers, held up by the shoulders, Blake could only sigh at the clicheness of this situation.
"Long time, no see, Orphface," Josh arrogantly said, his smugness cuttable with a knife. "What's the matter Orphface? Forgot about me? It has been a year since last you seen me, but I'm here to collect. You owe me a year worth of homework, so pay up."
Josh punched Blake in the stomach as he spoke, held against the locker by two gang members. The pain was nearly enough for Blake to puke up what little of his apple remained in his stomach. The wind getting knocked out of him in that instance was not planned for, but Blake wasn't too worried about his gut.
"Orphface, you're gonna do whatever homework I have for the whole of the semester and then some!" the jock stated.
The four gang members that arrived blocked the gym exit so that Blake couldn't escape, but Blake wasn't too worried. He had already began initiating his plan. He looked flat at Josh Allen, two goons backing him just as ugly and braindead as the leader.
"Really Josh? Are we doing this here?" Blake asked, causing Josh to scrunch his eyebrows. He had forgotten about Blake's venomous way with words. It had been a year, Josh thought. Then, raising his voice so other passing students could hear him, Blake spoke loudly. "What? You want me at your place tonight, Josh Allen? I don't think you're my type, my guy!"
Some passing students who heard Blake turned to look at the group of jocks surrounding Blake, as Josh's face turned red, and he began to try to explain himself.
When no answer came, Blake looked at the passing students, and grinned to himself. 'I can't beat him physically, but I can definitely get away, and these students will make an excellent smokescreen for my escape. Maybe I'll even ruin some of this guy's reputation in the process.'
Then, taking a deep intake of breath, Blake shamelessly yelled at the top of his lungs. "It's barely the first passing period and you're welcoming me in such a way… I'm flattered but, again, you're not my type!"
Blake watched as Josh slowly, visibly, processed his words. Josh and his cronies' expressions paled, as Blake's words had caused some of the students walking by to eye them suspiciously. "What? Th-that's not… What? I-I don't—. That's not what I meant!" Josh's face turned red in embarrassment and rage.
"WHAT? You're homophobic and hate the gays?" Blake initiated shamelessly, causing Josh and his group to get pointed glares by students walking by.
"Wh-what? NO!" Josh stuttered, turning to face the students. "I love gays! I'm not gay, but I'm not that much of an a—."
"WHAT?! YOU"RE GAY AND WANT MY BOOTY?!" Blake's voice instigated as the crowd began to look at Josh and his peons in disgust. "NO! YOU CANNOT HAVE MY BOOTY! MY BOOTY IS MINE! IT BELONGS TO ME! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY BOOTAE!"
One of Josh's cronies, as stupid and idiot as they could be, whispered to Josh, making a face. "Boss, are we after his booty?"
"WHAT?" Josh asked, horrified. "Of course, not!"
The croanie looked at Josh skeptically, as if he didn't believe him.
As a crowd began to form around Josh, both curious and glaring, Josh, never being one to handle such a situation, began looking for a way out. He wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, but the uncomfortable looks he was getting from everyone only seemed to make him panic. "Where's Blake?"
By the time he realized that Blake wasn't talking anymore, he turned and, by that time, Blake was already long gone…
On the other side of the freshman campus, blended into the crowd of students, clutching his stomach, Blake was smiling to himself. "That was just too easy."
Then, making his way to the nearest restroom, Blake lifted his shirt and saw that a bruise had formed from where Josh punched him. 'This is troubling… Oh well, I guess it'll heal… Eventually."
Blake wasn't too worried about his injury. One of the weirdest things about him was that he heals surprisingly quickly, no matter the injury. There was this one time, a bully broke his arm —- By the next week, it was completely healed, with most of the pain being numbed within the hour of getting his arm broken.
Compared to that, this bruise was nothing.
'I'll give it until midmorning tomorrow,' Blake nodded to himself, as the bell rang. "I've gotta get to class, or I'll be late. Josh will probably be waiting for me after school, but I'll worry about that dumbass later.'
Without further adieu, Blake left the restroom, not noticing the strange shape of something smokey red like an apparition disappearing down the toilet drain.