@PrescottsRule With clenched teeth, Luke swings a closed fist; knuckle clashing with cheek. He knew this would bring trouble... yet for a great amount of reasons? He did not care. He's not scared of him anymore. And he doesn't care about him like that anymore.
He scoffs, no small amount of disdain present in the sound. βThat doesn't make you any less of a wuss to me. You sound like a f*cking broken record.β And the venom could not have found a better time to seep into his words as he fails to restrain himself from +
In this state of nervousness, it was so easy to fall into familiar behavior. And in a bizarre way, Nathan hoped this flaunting of confidence might impress the other boy.
"Nah, that's not how it works around here. This school belongs to me."
@PrescottsRule That should have been expected, really. Luke winces as his head swings backwards from the collision, drawing little blood from his nose and releasing him in the process. Pain brought with it anger, bubbling his blood, fizzing like acid in his veins. βThat's. It. Motherf*cker.β +
@PrescottsRule Luke's tongue prods at his cheek when he scoffs, leveling a nasty glare Prescott should be ( too ) used to by now. βWhat?β He taunts, maintaining eye contact. Itβs an impulse more than a proper thought when he grabs him by the lapels of his jacket, slamming him back into +
@PrescottsRule The shove triggers a noticeable visceral response as he wastes no time in shoving him back even /harder/, in a flagrant attempt to knock him off of his feet and *hurt* him in the process. Thoughts he'd thought he'd put behind him starting to resurface. β... The F*CK +
Two thoughts collided in Nathan's brain: 'yes, he's talking to me!' and 'oh no, he's talking to me!', so naturally he puffed himself up defensively and came up with exactly the wrong thing to say.
"You're in my way, Parker."
Gaze lingers off to the side as well as he crosses his arms over his chest. Not exactly the reaction he was expecting. ( -- what's up with this weirdo. )