Fuck!
Varian’s eye twitches as he slams his locker closed, making the immature kids his age jump and laugh at his anger.
He always was an outcast when it came to social events and cues. Ever since he was a baby, people always criticized him for being - well- himself. He liked Science, he was quiet, and could sneak around. His mind subconsciously memorized cameras, secret pathways, where the cops stay, what and when the office managers would leave and come back. There was an unknown schedule of the school, and Varian was the only one that memorized it.
“Hardy, har, he's getting mad that you're bothering him. Go fuck off back into your moms pussy you bitches!” Nuru angrily says, pointing to the door. The three stare at her and roll their eyes and walk away. She looks back at him.
“You okay, Varian? They are just dumb cunts, don't listen to their teasing.”
Varian shrugs, nods at her, and quickly makes his way to history. He walks in and quietly sits down at his desk. Puts his stuff inside and cups his cheek, staring off into space. Slowly but surely, more kids start piling in, including Hugo and Eugene. Varian rolls his eyes and puts his head down, letting his mind wander while zoning out.
Hugo looks at him and stifles laughter and nudges Eugene's shoulder, making him look. Eugene looks at Hugo, then at Varian. Hugo gives him a look. He stays silent for a minute, then rolls his eyes.
“He's not my business, do what you wanna do. Just don't go too far, got it?” Eugene states, sitting down. Hugo nods and walks over. He quietly moves the desk behind Varian away, same goes for the chair. He looks at Eugene, then the door. He looks at the ground, then his face lights up. He quickly walks over to the door, shutting it and locking it, and hands Eugene his phone.
“Hugo, what are you doing?”
“Just record, and make sure to add it to my private folder. This is gonna be hilarious!” He says with a smirk. Eugene rolls his eyes and starts recording, just hiding his phone.
Hugo walks back over and gently places his hands on the back of Varians chair. He can hear the door knob jiggling and a confused teacher talking to himself. Hugo looks at the door then down. Hugo quickly pulls the chair from underneath him, causing him to fall straight onto the floor. Everyone gasps and looks over, and Hugo starts laughing his ass off. Varian blankly stares at the floor, but then everyone starts laughing at him. Varian feels his eye twitch and his fists ball up. He quietly gets up and dusts himself off, looking at Hugo.
“Aweee, is the daddies boy upset?” Hugo says, with a plastic smirk on his face, amusement in his eyes. Varian takes a deep breath, attempting to keep his anger at bay.
“Oh, you don't wanna say anything? You know that the last time you said anything, you admitted something horrible! Oh, what were the words? Weren't they “Oh dad, I'm sorry I pushed you in front of a moving car!” Or were they “I murdered my father!” At his funeral?!” Hugo says, letting a loud laugh escape his lips. Varian slowly grabs his freshly sharpened pencil, keeping his eyes on him.
“‘Oh no! I killed my dad! Now i have to live with my *PSYCHOPATH* of an UNCLE!” Hugo yells, still laughing. Varian holds onto the pencil tightly, the air around them growing thin.
“It really *should* have been you that died , shouldn't it have been?” Hugo says, a psychotic smile crossing over his face. The pencil in Varian's hand snaps, and he lunges at him, stabbing him in his arm. Hugo gasps and shoves him away, and Varian runs straight back, shoving him into a few desks. Hugo angrily glares as he tackles him to the ground, punching him in the face repeatedly. Varian thrashes against him, making it harder for him to punch, which results in him punching the ground a lot. Everyone is cheering Hugo's name, and overall screaming. Hugo roughly grabs his hair, and pushes his head against the ground, using his other fist to punch him again. Varian panics more and knees him straight in the dick. Hugo shouts and Varian shoves him down, wrapping his hands around his neck and starts tightening his grip making the blond boy start to choke. He grabs his wrists, digging his nails into them.
Mr. Felts looks through the small window on his door, just to see them fighting. He panics and yells.
“SOMEONE CALL THE OFFICE, TWO STUDENTS ARE FIGHTING IN MY CLASSROOM!” attempting to alert the nearby teachers.
Hugo makes the small marks from is nails start to bleed, causing Varian to get woozy. Hugo quickly shoves him off, gasping for air. He holds his neck and quickly looks at Varian, quickly standing up and dragging him up by his hair and close to a wall. He starts angrily slamming his head into a wall while screaming incoherent nonsense at him. Varian's head goes numb as he attempts to process what to do. He quickly throws himself back, putting his body weight against Hugo. Hugo quickly wraps his arms around Varian's chest and quickly turns around, making Varian land straight on his face. Varian feels himself start to black out, but forces himself to stay awake. He rolls around, pinning Hugo to the ground and starts repeatedly punching his head, chest, and neck. Hugo attempts to fight back but Varian moves his arms and gets over Hugo, his knees digging to his forearms. Hugo keeps trying to get off, but Varian grabs his head and slams it into the ground. He starts repeating this process, everyone screaming their lungs out. Suddenly, the door gets unlocked and a bunch of teachers come running in, pulling Varian off of Hugo.
Hugo screams at Varian and Varian starts screaming back at him. The police officer quickly pulls Varian through the halls, Varian still screaming at Hugo. All the classrooms are riled up and yelling in excitement. After a few minutes, Hugo gets dragged along, screaming also. The students are chattering together and yelling to each other through the walls, wanting to hear about what happened.
Hugo is panting as he gets dragged into his step-mom's office and the door quickly gets shut as he lunges at it, punching and pounding at the door. After a few minutes of screaming, he finally quiets down and looks at his step-mom's desk, seeing no one there. He angrily sits down and opens the bottom left cabinet, with “◇HUGO!!!◇” written over the label. He angrily grabs a fidget ring and a Twix bar, angrily eating while talking to himself about the situation.
“Who does that slut think he is! He just randomly gets mad and makes me look like a fool in front of EVERYONE! NOW I AM GOING TO HAVE SCARRING ON MY THROAT AND EVERYONE IS GOING TO HATE ME!!” He screams.
He hears someone walking close to the door and he quickly moves underneath the table. He hears muffled talking, then the door opens, then closes.
“Hugo?” he hears his step-mom say.
“Mom!” He angrily says, peeking out. She gasps and sits him down on her chair, grabbing her med kit.
“Hello, problem child. Can you explain what happened so I can try to make a plausible statement for you? They're talking to his uncle right now.”
“SO, I'm just playing around, talking with Eugene, AND HE'S JUST SITTING THERE!” Hugo angrily yells, pulling at his hair. She pulls up a chair and sits down. She gently grabs his hands and inspects them.
“Did he do anything, say anything, or act any specific way toward you?”
“NO!”
She stares at him, then shakes her head while slightly laughing.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? HE FUCKING *STABBED* ME!”
“Who threw the first punch?”
“HE STABBED ME FIRST! I NORMAL JUST TEASE HIM, AND HE RANDOMLY STABBED ME! I WANT TO SUE HIM!”
“Hugo, we have already made enough issues with this school. Within the next few weeks, this situation will die down. Though you shouldn't be teasing him and making fun of him. That is pretty immature for you.”
“DON'T CALL ME THAT!”
She sighs, and cups his cheek gently.
“Hugo, you're a smart kid, and without a doubt the top of your classes. You're funny, cunning, and can get yourself out of situations easily. You normally can refrain yourself when it comes to teasing especially kids you particularly don't like having around. You have overall been off recently. What's up with you, kid?” She says in a worried way.
Hugo angrily crosses his arms and slouches down in his chair, slight tears pricking in his eyes. She slightly moves the chair out of the way, grabs a blanket and pillow, and sets it up underneath her desk. She offers him the area and he quietly goes underneath, hugging his knees.
“I'm not saying you didn't anything wrong, but there is still a reason you lashed out at *him*. Do you want some time to figure it out?” She offers in a gentle tone. Hugo sniffles and nods.
“Assuming they confiscated your phone?”
“No.. Eugene has it..” He says, leaning against the cold metal of the desk, tears freely falling down his face now.
“I'll get it from him. Do you need anything from your backpack?”
“Not that I can think of.. Can you tell Raps that I'm okay? ONLY IF YOU SEE HER!”
“Yes I will. I'll be right back. Hang on kid, I know you're strong.” She states, placing a gentle hand on his head. He nods and rests his chin on his knees.
She moves her chair so that he would be hidden, and goes to talk to the office managers.
“The child tired himself out and is probably going to fall asleep. How is the other kid?” She says with concern showing in her voice.
“We can't confirm whether he's okay or not. He is refusing to talk to anyone, and his uncle is on his way. He is with the nurse if you'd like to talk to him?”
“Yes, I would. Thank you!” She says, quietly walking to the nurses office. The nurse looks at her.
“Oh, Don! Hey! What's up?” She says quietly, watching her soft tone.
“I was wondering if I could talk to the kid who got in the fight?” She says quietly, getting the sign.
“You can talk, but he isn’t going to say much back if that's what you're hoping…” she says, glancing at the half awake boy.
“Varian, you need to stay awake.” She reminds him in a gentle tone. He nods and rubs his eyes, then sees Donella. He slightly jumps and looks away.
“Don't worry, Varian. I'm not mad at you.” She says, quietly sitting down. He glances at her, then nods.
“He explained what happened, and I was hoping I could get your side of the story.”
“He..” Varian quietly says, his voice quiet and shaky. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head no.
“I understand. Now, I understand that you stabbed him in the arm first-” she explains, getting cut off by an angry huff.
Varian angrily grabs a notebook and writes down “he was making comments about my dead dad!!!”
She pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Alright, verbal punches. Do you think your uncle is going to try and sue him?”
Varian thinks, then writes down “he won't if I ask him not to. But he is going to want to go off on *him*..”
“Understandably. I'm sorry that he hurt you, especially with all the blood over your clothes. What did he say about him?”
Varian slightly flinches at the thought of blood, reminding him of the clothes sticking to his body. “He blamed me for my dad’s death, saying I pushed him in front of a moving car, and called my uncle a psychopath. He also mocked the last words I ever spoke about him.” He writes down, tears falling down his face. She gently rubs his back and he leans into her.
“It's completely unacceptable of him. Again, I'm sorry you went through him. I won't make you try to understand his point of view, because there is none. He was in a blind fit of being a bitch, and you were minding your business. And I'm sorry he made comments about your dad. I'll talk to him.” She gently says, wrapping her arms around him. He leans closer and nods. An office manager suddenly runs in, out of breath and a look of fear on her face.
“Uhm.. Varian, your uncle's here…” she says, talking fast.