Post by Richard Stock on Feb 20, 2016 15:54:08 GMT -8
Theme Song: Iz us by Aphex Twin
Lunch time.
Richard was learning and continued to wear a short-sleeved white button-up with a high collar. His black pants were comfortably thin to spite the persistent sun and comfortably went along with his black shoes.
Simon wasn't available to sit next to because he had to go to the Nurse's Office as of third period.
...Which apparently translated to him hanging out with a few Sophomore and Juniors out in the soccer field. Richard only noticed when he was getting out of his math class. Richard glared at Simon and the other ditchers from a distance and he could've sworn he saw a shiver run down the Latino's spine, but Richard wasn't about to step in and make a scene of it. All of it boiled down, their dynamic wasn't too strong together with most of what tied them together being primarily Simon's insistent personality. But Simon was free as a bird like that and did what he pleased.
So far, the young Englishman had managed to steer clear of (most) trouble during Lunch by keeping with Simon (who admittedly had a set of arms that made it look like he could punch a boulder off a cliff while standing inside of a volcano), so now was going to be Richard's time to test his survival instincts in the U.S. He sighed expressionlessly and made his way by himself to a table in the cafeteria.
As though on cue, just as he hefted up his leather satchel onto the table and began fetching out his lunch (it was a sandwich, a biscuit, and a thermos of black tea), a fight broke out in front of him.
His eye widened as he quickly hid Vi's copy of "Ender's Game" (he had been hoping to start reading it finally, with Simon gone) as the back of a six-foot shaved white guy slammed onto the bench opposite of him. Standing over him, cracking his knuckles was a large-fisted Latino in a sleeveless shirt and cornrows (an odd combination visually to the British kid's eyes). Easily 5'11 feet. Everyone at PHS #259 was either ridiculously built or downright gorgeous, Richard quietly observed.
"And more where that came from, you lying asshole."
"Heh," chuckled the knocked over white kid as he slowly got up in a slow, deliberate slog, "Problem is, your slut came ONTO ME"
His hands caught up underneath the armpits of the Latino and slammed him onto the table, literally next to the British transfer student, the two beginning to wrestle and trade heavy blows.
Richard blinked a few with every rattle the table was given and the large crowd of people that had begun to gather, cheering and jeering them on.
He took a bite out of his sandwich as he watched, unperturbed, a fist flying dangerously close to his face.
The sandwich was satisfactory.
