-- carton and some unidentified pizza toppings.
He emerges only once he's sure Chad has walked away, grimacing as he takes in the state of his clothes.
If one would want to be positive about this whole situation, they could say that at least, Warren has enough experience getting bullied by Chad to know to shut up and close his eyes for the upcoming faceful of trash can content.
He doesn't even try to squirm away and just --
“ it's too late. i've got no choice. ”
it's easy to pop the lid off the bin with one hand; leaving the gaping hole ready for what's about to become chad's favorite part of the day.
the maneuver to flip warren upside down comes naturally after having done it so many ——
-- accepts his fate, knowing Chad to be much stronger than him.
The worst is that once inside the trashcan, Warren knows it's best to wait for Chad to leave lest he decides he deserves more, folded awkwardly inside, at least moving to keep his face away from a discarded milk --
I'm sorry!! I said I'm really sorry!
[he repeats more desperately, voice raising in pitch. He squirms a little, right before the air is sucked out of him as Chad lifts him up. Landing in a trash can incoming.]
his feeble protests are music to his ears; only making his decision grow stronger. that'll show the little twerp his place.
“ you brought this on yourself. remember? ” there's an accusatory, and sharp, jab at warren's chest as he grabs hold of him to lift him up.
[As he's being dragged to the cafeteria trash can, Warren's eyes widen in fear. That's one of the worst outcome possible. ]
No, please! Can't you just shove me in a locker or something?! My clothes are going to be all— Don't-
it's a straight beeline to one of the larger trash cans nearer the cafeteria; a favored one of his thanks to the nasty mess of unfinished milk and leftover lunches.
and wouldn't you believe his luck— just enough space for his favorite nerd to fit in with the filth.
[He yelps as he's pulled along by his shirt collar, too pathetic to be one in protest. If he says anything or refuses to follow him, he knows the sentence will be worse.]
“ you and me are gonna take a little trip. got it? ” there's a growl as his hands latches firmly on to the collar of warren's shirt and he begins to yank the nerd along with him.
You can never know! Someone stealing your stuff isn't the only way you can lose your files. If your laptop, or tablet, or whatever breaks, it's the same outcome. / Always / have a backup!
.... How's Toebean, by the way?
[He hunches his shoulders, trying to make himself as small as possible, and squeezes his eyes shut–ready for whatever Chad has planned to torment him.]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry, seriously!
[ his eyes remain dark as he grins wider, that grip getting tighter. ]
see, you say that, but i don't really feel like you mean it, warren. i'm not like the others, i work hard to make it memorable for you freaks and nerds.