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Chapter 4 by Thorn_ Thorn_

Anything unusual happen while smoking?

A dickhead, you beat up before, looking for a fight.

The time frame is progressing normally as you think about whether or not you can get away with cutting class for the rest of the day. There'd be no point to English or Japanese. Everyone else is a bumble-fucking slow reader, and you can read much faster than they can. You don't do math or science shit. Not that you couldn't, if you wanted to study it. But fuck that.

At least for language classes, you don't have to work hard. Even your teachers are impressed at how well spoken you are on paper, even if you are just telling them to eat shit. Sitting at a 90% average for both of your language classes, what the fuck should it matter if you bail on it?

There is no time to debate it as a figure approaches you and you immediately recognize the loser with the busted lip and black eye. He does this about every two weeks and it never has went his way once. You were told that he was supposed to be in the hospital for months after the last time he tried this but somehow he always found a way to recover. To get the ever loving shit beaten out of him again.

"Zhenka, you fuck-head!" This idiot never leaves you alone. "Fuck off, Micheal. Want me to beat the shit out of you again?" It's not uncommon for delinquents from other schools to get into fights with each other to prove who is tougher. Most don't normally give a shit about the school, but they do care about pussies like Micheal walking around thinking they can fight for shit, when they can't. He's looking annoying confident today for someone who lost three of his teeth.

"Heh. I told you I'd be back. You're gonna get it now." Christ, this guy is annoying. "Weren't there five of you before? You pansies couldn't do shit together, so you think you can take me by yourself?" You have to drop the smoke and put it out with your foot which is already putting you in a foul mood. "Haha. The "I'm such a badass" attitude. But guess what? You're fucking dead."

Cracking your neck muscles, you tighten your left hand into a fist and watch as Micheal reaches into his pocket and pulls out a....cell phone?

How should you deal with this pansy?

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