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The music was deafening. Blinding lights attacking his eyes. Smoke filled the place, numbing all of his senses. His body was pushed as a result of other people's movements, the drink hot on his throat almost convincing him to let go and enjoy the party with the others.
However, he found himself incapable. His eyes fixed on the figure of Norton Campbell with his mouth glued to that of a stranger. He had a vague memory of that same woman approaching him to ask about the brunette. It looks like she achieved her goal:
- Hey! How does he always manage to be with someone?! - He spoke into his friend's ear in hopes of overcoming the speaker next to him.
- Who?!
- Norton!
The music reached its peak, people screaming. Someone blew smoke in his face:
- Hmm. Good question, I have no idea! - Eli replied.
That made him laugh, rolling his eyes.His friend went on.
- Living with him, we know he's just so.. so-!
-Norton?! - He offered.
The youngest laughed - Yeah! - He looked again at the duo who were now separating - I don't understand what people see in him!
“But I know exactly what they see.” Naib thought, taking another sip from his bottle.
Rolling his eyes for the thirtieth time, saying that the Nepalese was stressed was an understatement. He was in the classroom, that old teacher had given five hundred exercises to do until the end of the class, swearing that everyone would be able to finish. With no other option, he sat down and started working, or at least that was what he intended. Unfortunately for him, a certain brunette decided to sit behind him.
Crack.
His graphite broke.
Another failed laugh came from the back seat, he concluded the good-for-nothing behind him had never taken a sip of water in his life, he was worse off than his late father, who was more of a chimney than a man. How, for the love of all that is holy, in this situation would he be able to concentrate?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath “Just sit down, focus and do the damn pages, everything will be fine, everything is fine.” he said to himself, picked up his mechanical pencil and turned the page: “Number 1, after reading the text-”
A laugh.
Two broken graphites.
The youngest slowly turned around. If looks could kill, Campbell would not be seven, but seven hundred palms on the ground. Mouth open, his face contorted into nothing less than a grimace, and as if that wasn't enough, his fist hit the table in time with his spasms, the timbre of his voice giving the entire scene an atrocious air. Feeling his life threatened, the oldest turned around, coming face to face with Naib:
-…
- ...
- What are you looking at? Mind your own business, dwarf.
- Listen here, I want to work. It's not that hard to keep your mouth shut.
- You? Working? Good joke. - The taller man laughed, rolling his eyes - Anyway, I don't feel like leaving, and you certainly won't be the one to take me out of here, ankle bit-
In a second, the shorter man jumped over the table, his fist coming against Norton's nose, shutting him up once and for all. The impact was so great that it made him fall out of his chair, drawing everyone's attention now. Excellent. Just the way he likes it.
-Ugh, you little shit, you're going to pay for this- and he threw himself at the other, returning the punch in the same way.
- CAMPBELL AND SUBEDAR! STRAIGHT TO THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS! ALREADY!!
And there they were. Sitting in the tiny waiting room to speak to the director for the fourth time this month, according to Naib's poor memory, of course. The clock hand and the fan in the corner of the room served as an excuse for an environment, doing nothing to reduce the tension that hovered between them.
The shorter one spied the young man next to him, grumpy as he was, he insisted on grabbing some ice from the infirmary before coming, he sniffled from time to time because of the clotted blood. Heh. Well deserved.
Looking deeper, he could see a slight red in his eyes. This made Naib roll his eyes. It's amazing how a guy that size can't deal with one or two good jabs. But he packs a good punch, he had to admit.
He was distracted by his thoughts that he didn't even realize that he was now staring at the boy:
- That again, Subedar? Enamored by me, had to be, tch.
- Don't make me throw up my breakfast, Cuntbell.
-Eh? Now it's my fault that you're a fa-
- Shhh! Shut up, he's coming!
. . .
BAM!!
The director closed the door hard, practically kicking them out of his room. Naib has no idea how they haven't been expelled yet.
- This is all your fault, ugh. I swear, if I'm expelled because of you... - the taller sighed, frowning.
- What?
- You heard me, ‘cause deaf you ain’t, knee-height.
The chemistry between this guy's face and his fist is impressive.
- Get out of here at once and leave me alone before I kick your ass again, human torch.
For the first time in his life, Norton listened, turning and heading the other way, offering nothing more than a middle finger.
- Does he really need to roll his ass every time he walks?