Lost In Watery Thoughts | CW

He slowly dived under the blank surface, feeling the water gently caress his skin, before he broke the surface once again to get some air. He turned ever so gracefully, before he found himself in the middle of the swimmingpool floating the best he could, while moving his arms a little, once in a while. He had his eyes closed this time and his phone layed not too far away from the water, but it was a new one, since his own had been broken the night the clock had striked midnight, but also the beginning of his birthday. He was now 18 and his birthday had been kinda mixed, but mostly great.. or wonderful almost even?. He smiled for himself, while thing about it, as he just focused on the different memories.

People was allowed to come by and swim, as long as they understood, that there wouldnt be a teacher to help if something should happen, and that if they used it, that they should close after them, if they were there until 12:00. All of Nickie´s studies had been paused this day, why he didnt quite know, but he didnt care.. he loved swimming and he had also been doing it at the start of the morning, as always at 9:15.. but now he was left alone. He started humming a little to the music, trying to forget who he happened to see more and more of to his classes.. Darius, he knew what his name was now.. and he freakin hated him. He closed his eyes a little more, thinking about the class he had later that day.. Spells.. but first at 16.. which was so unusual for him, but until then.. he could just relax, as there was nobody but him and his music.

Outfit: Very dark blue swim shorts, water-proof band-aid on his chest

There was something ever so slightly therapeutic about swimming, especially when you'd just started school, and even on your own terms. Darius wanted to go there, swim his brains out by himself, but once he entered the place, low and behold, his mate was there, swimming around in the pool. So it would just be the two of them. Fucking perfect. Just what he needed!
Darius headed for the pool, threw his towel on a chair on the way and dove in, head first. For a "brute" as Nickie had called him, he was surprisingly agile. His body was a temple, muscles flexing everywhere, completely athletic, but also very toned as he took a dive down to the bottom of the pool before heading up for air. Not that he needed to, as he had cast a little spell before going here, one that allowed him to hold his breath for much, much longer than any normal human could.

Once he got up to the surface, he smoothed his hair back with a hand before climbing up the edge and sitting on it. "Still hungover?" it was a sarcastic remark, one for Nickie to remember how stupid-drunk he'd been. He splashed some water towards the younger fellah, just to be annoying, but right now he was too lazy to make much more of it.
"You really are the master of awkward, ain't ya? Seein' ya burst into rooms fallin' over your own feet. Hilariously stupid. Makes one almost regret not trippin' ya on your way to your seat, ya know? Just to make it more cinematic," he jumped into the water again, looking at Nickie with a gaze that was almost dangerous.

He didnt even hear a person walk in, before suddenly hearing a loud splash, followed by water that hailed over him, making him lose all form of consentration, so he ended up gasping, before swallowing a whole lot of water, as he lost all control of his ever so comfy floating. He swam over to the side, before finding himself gasping and spitting up water, as he coughed it up. " Grraaaahhhh!. Ahha ggghh... gh.. " He looked over at the person that had startled him almost to death, before noticing who it was. It ran him cold down the back of his spine, before the spring green eyes followed the brute. * Noh why him!. Of all people.. and then ALONE ALSO *. He looked to the waters surface, as if he wanted to drown himself. Maybe he should have just taken in the water and let himself sink to the bottom. He slowly swan out again, as to get as much distance from himself and Mr Brute Muscle Bread.. not the finest nickname for him, but it would have to go for now.

As Darius asked him if he was still hungover, he was almost going to answer, before realising the tone in his voice. He stuck out his tongue towards Darius, as he started to splash water at him. " What are you, five years old?!. At least i dont HIDE my true self ". He held up his hands as to mask his face from the droplets, before looking unsatisfied at Darius, clearly this wasnt as hilarius to him, as it were for Darius. He looked away from him, as he started to make fun of him. * Just ignore him.. just ignore him.. *. As he jumped into the water again, he looked for a brief moment his way, before slowly starting to swim to the other end, away from Darius, while trying to ignore him and not send him any more gazes his way. He didnt even speak to him, as he started to swim laps, before passing him and then stopped at the edge closest to them, to pant a little, as he had moved alot harder and quicker in his strokes.. than normal, probably because of irritation he felt towards Darius. He held onto the surface, almost leaning forward a little bit, while having his back to Darius, before he moved his legs a little, so he wouldnt end up freezing.

It was almost cracking him up, the way Nickie gasped and coughed in surprise because he got water in his mouth when Darius had entered. But he hadn't laughed for some odd reason. Instead he treaded water, looking at the smaller guy, until Nickie elected to bite back. Dangerous move. Bad move even. Darius smirked, but the gesture didn't reach his cold eyes as he kept his distance. He'd almost let it slide. Almost. "I ain't hidin' either. I'm right here in plain sight. I dunno what you're insinuating with hidin' from oneself, but I think I can take a wild guess. My answer's no. I ain't. An' you'd better get that in that in that thick skull o' yours," he looked at Nickie as he took a few laps before starting to pant.

He swam silently towards the younger man before popping up next to him, laying an arm around his shoulders with enough strength that Nickie wouldn't be able to get out easily. Then he proceded to smack his cheek lightly. "So how've you been, Nickie? I ain't dead yet, so that's nice.. Wouldn't want that on your little-boy-conscience now, would ya?" he had gotten to the conclusion that Nickie didn't like him and that the only reason he'd accepted the stupid mark was because he was one of those goody-two-shoes who couldn't even kill a spider without feeling remorse.

He didnt listen to the asshole, he just tried to keep his mind straight. How could ONE person, make him so upset?. He slowly stopped to pant, before he was going to turn around, but as he tried, he suddenly got jumped by Darius, as he gave a slight jump in the water, making him almost glide down, if it hadnt been for Darius arm, holding him to the edge. He tried to push himself out of his grib, down.. ANYWHERE. WHY THE FUCK SHOULD HE BE SUCH A MUSCLE HUNK!?. He knew that if he tried to do anything, say anything, then Darius would just get the satisfaction he wanted, nooooh he was not gonna play that fucking game again, NOT GONNA HAPPEN. He smiled a little, as if he had won the battle, before just looking in front of him, not even looking at him one bit, even when he slapped him ever so gently at his cheek.

He could feel his cheeks starting to burn a little, as his body got more hot, from the closeness of Darius. He didnt want to feel that way, but he did a little, since he wasnt used to being touched, so him holding him almost in place. He looked away from him for some seconds, hoping that he would soon catch up, that he werent going to do or say anything.. and if he did, would he then end up giving Darius pain again.. he wouldnt dare. * Darius is just like any other predators.. if you give them even a tiny bit attention, they will lash onto that and just continue. He smiled for himself, before he closed his eyes and relaxed, as if he enjoyed his company. * Yes just do the exact opposite *. He couldnt wait for it to work.

That was a surprise! No words at all? Just the silent treatment? At first it annoyed Darius and made him look at the smiling form of Nickie in silence for a few seconds, until a new idea formed in his brain. He clapped the other guy's shoulder, smirk back on his own lips, rustling Nickie's hair before letting him go, floating a bit himself. "Here I am, being nice, trying to make up conversation, an' you're giving me the silent treatment, huh?" he didn't even sound remotely sad. Just cold. A bit like he was having fun actually. Most bully-victims would begin to do that. Greet bullies with silence. Ignoring them. Normal bullies would give up, but Darius was the best. He wasn't quitting.

"That's a bit hurtful, ya know?" once again he didn't sound like it hurt at all. "Did I strike a nerve? Is lil' Nickie finally becoming the victim who tries to ignore the tormentor, hm? It ain't gonna work, buddy," he was almost singing the last part. His singing voice was surprisingly good. "You can't ignore me forever, 'cause then I might see it as a rejection.. And we can't have that, can we?" worth a shot. Even if Nickie ignored this approach, there were other ways. Darius was not know for being a quitter, ever.

Nickie felt the clap on his shoulder, before he felt his hair being feeled a little, which made him shiver ever so slightly, before he turned his gaze to Darius, even if he had promised himself not to do that. He listened to the words, and he could feel how quickly his mood dropped as Darius started to talk about rejection. " And here i thought you werent into boys. Look who´s a liar ". He smiled, as he said the words with such a degrading tone, before swimming over to the stairs. As he climbed up from the pool, the water glitterede all over his slender young but toned body.. before he walked over and picked up his headphones, before he slowly raised the music on his phone, as he winked to Darius, with as fake a smile as ever.

He then walked out from the swimmingpool. He had won, he would admit that, but even then.. he could avoid him like this, and also be sure not to make it look or be a rejection, if he just put himself another place than him. He walked into the showers, before taking off his swim pants. He was angry and he wanted to punch the dude so bad, something he had never wanted to before. He placed his phone a little away from himself, out of the waters harm, turned up on a high volume, before he placed himself under the water, just not to hear or see anything, he just wanted to forget the asshole. He could get the pool all to himself, if he really wanted it that badly!. He reached his hand out to take some soap, before he started to scrub his body with it, hoping or more like.. knowing that Darius wouldnt be as stupid as to follow him into the showers. He foamed his hair a little bit, before walking under the water again, feeling it rinse all over his body.. how hot he felt inside from anger.

Hot, white anger spiked through Darius' mind, like melted metal at Nickie's word. How DARED he. But Darius kept it cool. He was still known for being very patient and unfazed by most things, so he just kept an eye on the younger man as he climbed out of the pool and left Darius there to himself. Oh hell no. He was not getting away with that! Darius climbed out as well, about half a minute after, having taken one lap, just so that he'd at least used the pool for something other than tormenting his stupid-sexy mate.
He then went to the showers, threw off his swimming shorts nonchalantly before venturing in where Nickie stood, soap still foaming a bit as he was rinsing it off.

"You know..." he spoke out, after his eyes had lingered a bit too long on certain parts of Nickie's body. As he spoke his eyes were only looking at Nickie's face though.
"I actually have to make your life a living hell now, right? An' I think you'll find that you've bit off more'n you can chew," he rinsed himself casually, glancing over at Nickie a couple of times. "Bite back all ya want, you're the one who's gonna be full of regret n' self-pity every night before ya fall asleep. You're gonna hate it, I'm gonna love it," as he said those words he threw the bar of soap at Nickie, not caring where it would land. Hopefully his head though. That'd be nice.

As he stood and rinsed what was left of the soap out of his hair, he suddenly heard the voice of Darius. He could feel his whole body tense up, as he tried to follow the voice, slowly leaning to the other side, so he wouldnt show himself for him, or at least try, since he had closed his eyes while doing so. He listened to him.. to the accent, that cut through the air, almost as knives.. stabbing him multiple times again and again. " Why dont you JUST leave me alone Darius. I never did anything, except for spilling a drink on you.. and then suddenly we start calling each other names. It´s not my fault that you are my mate.. you know ". His voice was so gentle this time, before he heard Darius last words.. how he felt the anger well up inside of him again, as he turned his head to him, before feeling the soap bar hitting him directly in the face, hitting so perfectly, that his brow got a rift, before blood startet to stream down his face, as the soap bar hit the ground.

He stood there looking down for a moment, as his vision on one eye suddenly got red. He held his hand out, looking at the blood dripping on the back of his hand, before he looked up at Darius, shocked to see what had actually happened. He didnt know if he should get angry or sad. He just stood there, not even thinking about that he was naked or that Darius also were. Did he just.. hit him.. on purpose.. with the soap?.. aiming for his head?. He gently felt the place where his brow had ripped itself a little open at the end, before looking down to his blood fingers, slowly reaching for the water, before stopping it. " W-Why ". He didnt understand how anyone could behave so cruel to him. " WHY! ". He yelled this time, before looking at Darius with tears in his eyes, not because he was sad.. even tho it did hurt.. but more because he was angry. " What the fuck is your problem!?. It´s not as if.. ". He was almost about to say it again, before he calmed down, clenching his fist, before he leaned down to take the bar of soap and then threw it at Darius. " Asshole! ".

The gentleness of Nickie's voice sent shivers down Darius' spine. He resented it. He really hated it. Why couldn't those weird feelings just fuck off and die? WHY did they have to be MATES!?
However!
The minute the soap bar hit Nickie in his face, causing blood to flow freely, a different side of Darius slowly emerged. At first it wasn't something anyone could perceive, other than Darius himself. He didn't want to hurt his mate. Not this much at least. He wanted him to cry, sure, but not bleed. It just felt wrong. They were mates for fucks sake! It was hard to combat the feelings of regret, hard enough that he lost that fight, just looking quietly at Nickie who was now full on yelling and angry-crying. Under normal circumstances, he'd have laughed and humiliated the younger guy. But they were mates.

He could have dodged the soap easily. Instead he absorbed the kinetic energies of the motion and let it hit home. It landed square on his chest with a thud, before falling to the ground with a clanky sound. And Darius moved. Faster than normal, right up in front of Nickie, grabbing his arm, not hard, but strong enough to keep him there. "Stand still, idiot," His eyes were intense as he lifted his hand, covering the wound he'd only just created. "Sana caro," and with that his own specialized magic happened, sealing the wound almost instantly. It must've been quite the sight. Many people, who had witnessed both how cruel Darius could be, and how gentle he was when using his magic often called it ironic and terrible. How could a man so rude and bad have that kind of magic? The answer was, Darius was interested in it from a young age, as he was trying to find out ways to magically help his parents. And it was control over life itself he ended up learning, which had been the plan. Somewhat. He couldn't help his parents back then. But deep inside Darius actually wanted to help other people. One day. When he wasn't so confused at himself.

When he was done healing Nickie's head-wound he stepped back, looking very, very reserved, before walking over to his own shower again. "Can't have you bleed all over the place," he spoke, almost gently. Almost.

He was almost going to turn around, before he felt a strong hold against his arm, before hearing his voice cut into his ears almost, as he looked into the intense gaze. He didnt wanna look at him, so he just looked to the side, while trying to keep himself in check. He didnt know why.. why did he hated him SO FUCKING MUCH!?. He looked down, before feeling a hand against his face near the brow, hearing the words and then feeling the magic, almost like a fresh breeze of wind, before it was gone again. He looked at Darius, that still held him, before he finally let go, as he took a step back, before walking back to his shower. He looked at him a little surprised, before hearing his words again. He felt a little broken, but he knew that he had to just.. brush it off. He could do nothing to change Darius mind, and he knew that Darius probably would continue to haunt him, as long as they were mates, even if ti was only on his side.

The witch mark with a name was clear as day on Nickie, the letters saying Luca, over his collarbone, or more under it. He looked at Darius for a little second, before looking away again.. embarassed that he had even looked his way. He thought about Chance.. how he missed his arms, and how he wanted to cry into his chest, but he couldnt.. he didnt want to create drama og have Darius after Chance, so for now.. he just held it inside of himself, before he turned off the water and walked over to get his towel. He dryed himself off, took the towel around his waist, before he walked out to the locker room. He just sat down at the middle, looking at his locker, completely forgetting about his phone. It didnt have any codes on it, and it was open on his instagram, clearly showing the last pictures.. also the one from where he had slept home at Luca´s place, nor wearing any under the duvet, but it wasnt that obvious. He looked around a little, only to prepare himself for Darius to come.. what should he say... or should he even say anything.. what was he trying to do even?. He wanted Chance.. slowly he felt a tear stream down his cheek, as he thought of Chance.. before getting up and then walking over to his locker.

Darius gave Nickie a quick look-over to make sure that there was nothing else hurting him. At that he spotted a different name right under Nickie's collarbone and even if he wanted to not give a flying fuck, he actually got kind of angry at it. Whomever that person was.. No, he could not finish that thought ever. He was supposed to not care! As Nickie left him in the showers he quickly rinsed off the rest of his body before going back out to the swimming pool, remembering that he'd left his towel there. Luckily no one was out swimming right now, or they'd have born witness to the greatness of Darius, glorified and completely naked.

Covering his lower parts with the towel, he went back out to the lockers, giving Nickie a quick glance before his eyes were set on his phone. A picture of him under a blanket. Darius cringed, because it made him become even more weird-feeling inside. He did notice Nickie was crying but he said nothing for now. It was too weird for him after he'd healed the smaller man, showing off his secret tender side. An aspect which he didn't want anyone in Athena Academy to know about. He didn't say anything before he had at least his pants on, turning back towards Nickie. "Come on man, dry those fucken' tears!" he growled, angrily. He was fucking healed, there was nothing to goddamn cry over anymore! "Your face is fine. I healed the injury, do you need a band-aid or a fucking lollypop or what!?" at this point, Darius wasn't even trying to be mean. He was just really fucking frustrated as he pulled out his shirt and slammed the locker shut a bit too hard. It made a very loud noise, echoing down the room.

He turned to look at Darius before rolling his eyes a little at him, as he turned his back to him, while finding his clothes. He took his shirt on, as he heard Darius say to him, that his face was fine, and that he had healed the injury, before making fun of him once again. He turned around as he had gotten his shirt on, but still had the towel wrapped around his waist. He took one glance at Darius, not really hearing the door to the locker room go up, since it was so low a sound, before saying in a mumble, but enough for Mr Brute, to actually hear him. " Your face is not ". He mumled it all to himself, before taking out his boxers and then pants before getting ready to jump in it.

He really didnt know what the fuck Darius problem where, but he almost had it. He knew he couldnt do anything about it, not saying that he should leave him alone. The person that had walked inside, almost covered, as they found their phone forward, starting to record them, before Nickie turned around and said. " I dont know what your problem is, but even if you were gay, as you clearly " He held his hands up and made quotes with his fingers, before saying " lies about you are not. Even if you were, i still wouldnt hit or pick you. Not that you need to know, but i actually have someone im in love with already, so ". He looked away from Darius, before turning his back to him again.

Darius had just about had it. He put on his T-shirt in rushed, angered movements and picked up his swimming shorts, almost ready to go when Nickie chose to confront him again! And even insinuating his gayness. AGAIN! He turned around fast, with a low glare towards Nickie, feeling really pissed off. And frustrated in a bad, not at all welcome way. "Shut. The fuck. Up!" he growled in a deep voice.

Then he slowly walked towards Nickie, his fists clenched. Once again wanting to punch him and at the same time not. He was getting really riled up, which was totally not his thing at all.
"You're the fucken' unicorn flower kiddo 'ere, not me. You do not wanna continue your line o' words 'ere, bitch," he was now only inches away from Nickie, feeling his breath almost. But he didn't care. He just stood there, fronting him, feeling the power of being taller and waaay more fit. Maybe Nickie called him a brute. He didn't give a shit about that either. WHat he DID give a shit about was that the smaller man obviously kept on thinking he was gay, which he clarly was NOT!

Nickie looked shocked at Darius, as he stood only a few meters from the man, how he looked in his eyes, as if he had set fire to him or something. He fighted the immidiate urge to wanting to take some steps back, as he looked and listened to Darius, how he told him to shut the fuck up, before he started to walk towards him. He now started to do the same, before feeling some more lockers against his back, as he starred into the blue eyes, looking more crazed than he had ever seen before. When he heard his words, he felt a likewise rage fill him. This brute had STARTED EVERYTHING. " It´s not my fault!. It was you who kissed me at the party, you who cant STOP TOUCHING ME!, every good damn time you see me, so dont COME and tell me, that I am less of a MAN, because i LIKE MEN. It is you that is a COWARD!, and it is ALWAYS YOU!, who starts up shit!. I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU ". For the first time ever, Nickie´s eyes didnt look like a spring day, but resempled more of that of poison.

Hes eyes almost glowing, as he looked up at Darius, not backing off, even if he knew that it could cost him one on the side of his head, but he didnt care right now, he could hit him all he fucking WANTED, he would not stand down and let Darius win this fight. His mother had NOT raised a child. Maybe he was naive yes, and he had a habit of drinking way too much, when he was out and about, but this!. he was not gonna coward. " Do you want me to repeat my words. YOU. ARE. INTO. MEN ". He didnt know if he was actually, but he had some strange ways of showing he WAS NOT into men, but then again, he didnt really think it through with the mate mark, but then again.. he didnt care at this moment. If Darius did anything to make ready for a hit, he would just take it, to show him, that he wasnt afraid to get hit at.

With Nickie back against the lockers and nowhere to go Darius felt like he had full control. That now Nickie would come to see his mistakes, maybe even apologize and then they could go their seperate ways. But oooh no! Nothing of that sort happened! Instead Nickie had the fucking audacity to keep going down that line of words, that Darius had warned him against. Rage grew to an uncontrollable level inside the witch' mind and he grabbed a hold of Nickie's shirt, though letting him finish, before he pressed him harshly against the lockers, clenching his other hand until his knuckles where white.

"I. Am. Not. In. To. MEN!" for every punctuation, he gave Nickie a blow to his stomach, slightly to the left. The punches were hard, but no abilities were used. Just normal human strength. Darius' eyes were wild with uncontrolled anger as he lifted the smaller man slightly off the ground to be on eye-level with him. "Do I have to keep punching ya 'till ya fucken' GET IT?!" he gave the smaller man one punch to the face to point out that he wouldn't stop before he was done. "Because that's what's gonna fucken' happen, you fucken' dumbass dipshit!"

He felt the firm grib around his shirt, before feeling the lockers being pressed against his back, as Darius almost squished him up against them, making it rather hard for him to breath in a proper way. " L-Let me go! ". He clenched his teeth together, as he tried to move Darius away, before hearing his word, as he looked down to the clenched fist, before feeling a hard blow into his stomach, slightly to the left, which punched all the air he had in his lunges out, so he gasped for air. " gaahh! ". His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, before he crumbled together, as he felt himself being lifted off the ground, how he hanged in the mercy of Darius, before he felt a hard punch to his face, making him bleed from the side of his mouth, as his lower lip had split, by hitting his teeth.

He looked at Darius, almost with a dangerous look, before he spit the blood directly into his head, knowing that he couldnt do shit, but he werent going to be a fucking PUSH OVER. " Fucking LOWCLASS COWASS FACE OCTAPUSSY ASS WEAK BITCH! ". He tried to get his arm free, before spitting blood in the direction Darius was. The kid who had filmed them, quickly got out from the room, before finding Chance´s number in his phone and then sent the video, after not finding any teachers. He looked around to see if he could find someone to help, before writing to Chance.

Darius didn't really hear Nickie asking to let him go. He was too busy punching the shit out of him as it were. What he did hear was Nickie spewing god knows what bullshit into his ancestry and it literally made him see red. Getting Nickie's blood spit into his face didn't matter to him much at this point. He just wiped it away with the back of his hand, before actually backhanding Nickie, then grabbing his by his jaw, pressing his head into the locker, his own face contorted with rage. "You kiss yo mama with that mouth, pretty-boy?" he spat at him, before letting go of his face, smacking him almost gently on the other cheek.

"You're gonna have to accept, that this is what ya get for bein' a fucken' smart mouthed ass bastard bitch. If you don't shut up reeeeeally soon I will GAUGE out your eyeballs an' feed 'em to ya!" then he punched Nickie really hard right in his solar plexus so that he could shut just for a bit. He needed to think. Get clear-headed. But he couldn't. So kicked Nickie. Straight in the nuts. He didn't give a shit if it was a dirty trick, he wanted to hear the little stupid man cry! Cry and and shut up. No more fucking words. No more talking! He couldn't take it!

Chance saw the video and just lost it. Why was it he always fucking lost it when seeing a video of Nickie? This time though… This time he was so filled with anger his hands were trembling. He quickly got out of the dorm and went to the lockers to kick the living shit out of whoever had laid a hand on Nickie. He really didn’t care who he was or whatever messed up reasons he had. It didn’t take him long to find his ways to them in the room. He looked only at the attacker; his eyes filled with a rage he rarely showed. He took the step needed until he stood in front of the slightly taller witch. ”What the hell is your problem?” His French accent sounded so cold and not at all gentle and slightly romantic as it was whenever he spoke with Nickie. He knew talking was probably not on the table. If he was repressing his own sexuality like Nickie made it sound like he was, he had a lot of anger issues. Chance knew, he had been there. Although he had never beaten anyone up like this. That was just a cowardly move.

He pushed the witch back. ”Don’t you touch him!” He said loudly. He really didn’t care what was going to happen, he just needed this bastard to stay away from Nickie. He didn’t look at Nickie right now. He needed this asshole to know he had to stay away from Nickie before he could take care of him. Hopefully he wasn’t too badly hurt. He swung his fist at the witch’s head, hoping to get in a good hit. He wasn’t really a fighter, but he was just seeing red right now. Somebody had hurt Nickie and that hurt him far more than any punch or kick would.

He felt the backhand almost immidiately after having spat his bloot directly into his face, making blood splatter on them both in the process. " Arh! ". He yelled out in pain, before feeling his head being pressed against the locker, as Darius held his jaw in the process. When he heard Darius talk about his mom, he just lost it, as he replied through his clenched teeth, with ragefilled eyes. " No. I kiss boys with this mouth, even brutes like you ". He felt the spit in his face, before feeling a gentle slap against his cheek, already burning from the first slap he had given him, while his lowerlip had gotten a nice scar to the collection. His head hurted horribly, from the violence Darius had shown earlier on, before hearing the words of thunder once more.

He was about to say something back, before feeling a hard punch right at his solar plexus, making him gasp for air, as he couldnt even yell from the horrible pain that spiked through his body, as his whole body got sent into a shock wave of pain. As he tried to kick him in the nuts, he lucky for him, had already his legs gathered, so he didnt get the full pain, but he got enough of a feel, to sent him almost to dream land, in a state of fainting, as he hanged almost limp in the grib of Darius arms, as Chance came in. When he finally came to himself, he looked up from having slid to the corner at the lockers, before seeing Darius and then hearing the ' dont you touch him ', before he finally opened his eyes and noticed who it where. Chance.

He felt his heart flutter for a second, before coughing a little, feeling an intense pain scream throughout his entire body, before just he just slowly slided a little more down, as he couldnt help. He couldnt even speak a word, without feeling like his chest was getting crushed under something heavy, and it felt like his throat was burning from the pain, as he just stopped and didnt say a word. He didnt know what to do... and he didnt have his phone on him, since it still layed on the bench.

It was almost glorious to see how Nickie hurt from what he did. He did know, deep inside that what he did was very wrong but ultimately he just wasn't in control of himself anymore. This was his inner young kid going crazy after being punched multiple times by his own father, and he just wasn't having it! He was going to make Nickie eat his words, or drag him through hell and back! That had been the plan at least, until another voice joined the conflict. Darius only gave the other guy a half-hearted glance, as he lifted his clenched hand, ready to make another punch into Nickie's pretty face.

Only that wasn't happening. He was pushed hard enough to let go of Nickie and then he turned around, angrily, only to be punched in the face, directly in his eye. With a yell of frustration, he quickly covered the place with his hand, staggering back. "Oh, you motherfucker!" Darius' eyes almost shot lightning out of rage at this point. He stepped up his game, moving forward with a punch, also directed towards a face. This time the face of the guy with the french accent. If it was a fight that guy wanted? He'd motherfucking GET it!
Nickie was on the ground by now, he could see that out of the corner of his eye, and he knew he should feel bad about it. About the pain he'd put his mate in. About the fact that it had been his own hands putting those marks on him. But he didn't care, not right now. He was trapped in his own anger and hatred instead.

He didn’t feel bad when he was hit directly in the eye. This bastard deserved it. He also knew it probably wouldn’t stop him. He would just have to power through it. He would rather take a punch than see Nickie take one. He saw the fist coming his way, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop it, and stumbled back by the force behind it. He lifted his hand to see the blood from his broken eyebrow. He looked at him with narrowed eyes. ”Motherfucker? I’m sorry, are you asking me to fuck your mother?” He was playing dumb, but he did know what he meant with the word. It was not so literal. It was just a really weird thing to say. He was just using it to push the witch even further. He didn’t take his eyes of the young man in front of him. He was not going to give him a window to attack. Even though every fiber in his being told him to go to Nickie, to hold him. Things had changed for him a lot lately, and he was no longer afraid of his own sexuality. He wasn’t scared to say it out loud anymore. Very unlike this witch, who apparently was so afraid of himself, it led him to be violent. ”Files de Pute.” He spit at him. Nickie was probably the only one around here that knew, Chance spoke in French when he was angry. He just was better at spewing insults in his first language.

He looked as Chance hit Darius in the eye, following Darius that charged at Chance and then hit his eyebrow, making him bleed. He didnt want to kill Darius, so he had to keep his rage in check, but when Chance got hit, something inside of him just snapped. He looked at them both, while inside he had the hardest struggle ever, something inside of him almost pleaded * Hurt him.. no dont.. hurt him.. NO!.. split them... dont touch.. stop hitting.. no more.. no.. no... no!.. get away from each other!... stop it! *. He couldnt say a word almost, but before he knew of it, he looked at them with almost glowing green eyes, where it looked as if his black pupils almost was non existing anymore, before he held a hand up again, as it looked like they were about to hit each other again. Like sparks and electricity in the air, a power surge came out from Nickie´s hand, when he reached it towards them, before reaching the other, almost as if he split them apart, sending each to their corner of the room, which such power, before he looked down at his hands, how he could almost see the magic around his hands, before he felt something inside of him..

He coughed a little blood up, before thinking * no i need to get away.. i cant control it.. i cant.. i cant!.. mom!.. MOM!.. please help me..  NO!.. PLEASE NO! *. He suddenly found himself up in the air, a meter or two, before feeling the grass hit him, as he fell. He looked around before suddenly realizing that he somehow had managed to teleport them all outside?... he felt an intense pain rush through him, as he had done it.. before almost he writhed in pain, yelling out a horrible scream, before he got himself up and looked at both Chance and Darius, unable to actually see if he had made them unconcious, as he knew he had to get away from them, before he couldnt control it anymore. He didnt even see that Averett had spottet them from the window, inside the building, but then again.. he wasnt one to snitch, but maybe.. the school had already felt the power surge through the locker room at that time. " I-I´m sorry ". He got to utter the last words, before he started running towards the forest, feeling the pain in his upper body.. how he started to cry while running. Everything hurted and he could feel it.. like a pulse.. the magic inside of him.. he felt so drained when he had finally gone long enough in, before he just fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.

The Frenchman absolutely ticked Darius off, as he played dumb after getting punched. Why he would even say such a thing was beyond Darius' comprehension, because he fiercely hated both his mother and father and the thought of this guy actually fucking his mother was one of the most disgusting pictures he'd ever imagined in his life! He started shaking visibly with the inner hot red rage he felt and soon he made up his mind. This French little bitch was going to pay! Especially when he said a line of words that were incomprehensible to him, but also undeniangly ugly. He knew, because speaking in your mother's tongue to someone who wouldn't understand you would give you the option to degrade that person immensely!

And with that he once again charged the protective fellah, until a shockwave og energy hit both himself and the other guy. He didn't see where the other guy went, but he himself crashed into a locker that did not bulge. Instead he did, as he hit his head so hard he saw stars for a good minute, trying to shake it off. A headache was already building up, but he was still in an adrenaline rush, so as he slowly got to his feet it was with the intention of breaking Mr French's face!
That plan also went to shit as everything blurred out of existence and suddenly Darius landed on field of grass, hard and sudden. The fresh air, all the pain of the fight and the locker-crash was enough to dampen his rage. He stumbled to his feet, touching the back of his own head and swore under his breath, before looking at Mr French Guy. It was almost as if an underhand deal went on. He'd take the conflict later and the French fellah seemed to be more worried about Nickie. "You take care o' that idiot, you're obviously his friend'or whatever," So Darius went in the complete opposite direction of where Nickie had run off. His tempo was fast but also slightly altered by the locker-crash. He was going to have to take a look at that later.

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