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“WHAT THE HELL!?”
What seemed like multiple heads were turned as Miguel shouted in shock, frustration, disappointment, and what seemed like all of the negative emotions there were.
The two boys that stood next to Miguel's tall figure poked their heads beside his shoulders. “Why the fuck are you shouting?” Says the one with glasses. “It’s the first day of school and you’re already embarrassing yourself.” Continued the one with a hoodie.
“Bro, look!” Miguel’s finger rapidly pointed at the board, to where a name was.
Angelo Espino - 10D
“What the hell is Angelo doing here!?” He exclaimed, fists gripping until his knuckles turned cold white. His face twisted with anger, all the while his two friends could only be confused. “...Who?” David pushed up his glasses, eyebrow raised with a sense of familiarity. Oscar tugged on his hoodie strings—tempted to chew them but deciding not to, considering all of the eyes that were on them. “Sounds familiar.” He nonchalantly admitted.
Miguel could only sigh, pinching his nose bridge with disappointment. “How many times do I have to tell you two? Or have you guys just tuned me out whenever I yap to you guys about anything?” Left with silence, he could only start his rant with his supposed “enemy.”
“Angelo is this stupid guy who basically cyberbullied me last year, and he hasn’t stopped since! I don't know what the hell his problem is, but my gut says he's just doing this for fun.” The trio walked slowly but painfully up the stairs, heading to the classroom. It will surely take a long time for them to reach their room.
“That guy? Haven’t I played against him?” David slowly grinned. “Yeah, and you lost!” Oscar playfully punched his shoulder, eliciting a small “ow!” from the four-eyes.
"You guys weren’t listening again! Jesus..” Miguel heavily sighed as his foot exhaustedly climbed the steps. “..We’re really lucky we haven’t ran into him yet.” A soft murmur came from his dry lips, glancing around just in case.
Then, a pen clashed with his foot. Looking back up, it was like destiny held a grudge against him.
“Speak of the devil.” Miguel didn’t if he should be shocked, or be filled with anger as he sets his sights on the tall, tan, and somehow sweaty Angelo.
“No. Fuckin’. Way.” Angelo snorts as he slowly walked up to Miguel. “Is this real or do I just need glasses?” He quickly snatched his glasses, waving it in the air. Miguel scoffed, that look on his face appeared whenever he hears his name. “The fuck’s wrong with you?” Miguel’s voice sharpened, eyes like daggers as he stared back into his dark gaze.
“And you’re still wearing that stupid satchel? You look stupid as shit, you know.” A girl to Angelo’s left couldn’t help but chuckle, a small smirk starting to form on her face too.
“I seriously still wonder why Ava is still friends with that pile of shit.” Oscar whispered to Miguel, making him let out a snicker under his breath. Angelo’s eyes quickly darted to Oscar, letting the pair of glasses drop down to the ground with a loud clatter. In a flash, he gripped the collar of his hoodie, tightening his grip until Oscar’s breath quickens. “The fuck did you just say?”
The trio's eyes widened with the sudden outburst, stepping a few steps back for their own safety. “W-Wha.. I-I didn’t mean that- i-it slipped out!” Oscar yelped, his hands found their way to Angelo’s wrist, trying to weaken his grip for his own sake. “Yeah, you did, surely...”
“Gelo!”
He looked back behind him, seeing Ava’s annoyed expression. “Let it go for Christ's sake! Don’t forget what happened at your old school.” She tightened the grip of her backpack strap. And with that, Angelo tsked, before harshly letting go of his collar, pushing him down and making him stumble on his own feet.
His feet stomped, followed by his foot kicking Miguel’s glasses to his feet. “And take your stupid glasses with you!” He yelled, hands in his pockets with a slouched figure, gesturing Ava to come with and find their classroom. “That guy with the glasses was right, why am I still friends with you?” Ava sneered. “Just shut up. I already got enough on my plate.” Angelo rolled his eyes, kicking her foot teasingly.
The trio slowly calmed down, as the eyes that was previously gawking at them blurred back to an undistinguishable crowd. “Hey, hey! You okay Oscar?” David asked anxiously, patting his back. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Stop treating me like a baby.” Oscar complained, pushing David off him.
While the two were busy practically assaulting each other, Miguel shifted to grab his discarded glasses. Before even taking another step, he stumbled on the forgotten ballpen Angelo dropped. Without even thinking, he picked it up. And for some reason, he caught himself examining the ballpen. From its chewed-out cap to the half empty ink. Miguel could only snort, before stuffing it into his pocket. “Clumsy, clumsy...”