What would she see in this bag of dicks? Was this kid hell bent on fucking with everything Sim held dear?
"Bullshit. Where? When?" He seemed a little unsure now. "She wears like, fucking see through clothes" (or was that just a dream he had had?) "so big deal your know her tats."
"She wasn't wearing see-through clothes at New Year." Look at that, the little douchebag was faltering. Ciaran couldn't help but smile a bit wider. "You could just ask her...or...you'd know how many piercings she has, right? I don't mean the ones in her face, I mean the rest of them."
"You're a fucking liar" Sim snarled, easily riled and closing the gap between them in a few steps. Emilie was...well she wasn't his, not at all, but she could do a lot better than Ciaran. Stas, perhaps. Even his kid brother, for fucks sake.
"What the fuck are you even doing here, you should be in one of those mental schools for retarded children." He jabbed a finger in Ciaran's chest angrily.
"I don't have to lie," Ciaran said, still wearing a smirk.
That smirk disappeared when Sim's blunt little finger jabbed into his chest. He looked down, curling his fingers into his fists briefly, before making himself unfurl them again. He wasn't going to land the first punch. Not yet at least.
Instead he pressed his palms against the smaller boy's shoulders and shoved him hard. "And what fucking school should you be in? Didn't think they had one for angry midgets."
Sim stumbled slightly at the push and pushed the taller boy back furiously. "I dunno dude, I'm starting to wonder myself after they started letting in fucking spastics." From previous scuffles he knew that kind of talk pushed all of Ciaran's buttons and he grinned despite himself.
"I really didn't know Em was into pity fucks, how can you live with yourself?"
Ciaran had changed his mind about throwing the first punch before Sim had finished saying the word 'spastics'. He decided to give Sim a fair chance by letting him finish his sentence, and then he threw his fist at the smaller boy's face.
It hurt but it was a familiar pain that gave Sim the rush that only getting punched could cause. He was laughing, though he probably didn't even realise. He knew his only tactic was to get Ciaran to the ground and at a more managable height, tackling him around the waist and punching him somewhere in the ribs.
"I heard your mom had to keep you on a leash until you were ten" he panted, his nose throbbing.
His back wasn't going to thank him later for landing on the ground so awkwardly. Thanks to adrenaline and the swift punch to the ribs though, it barely registered in Ciaran's head. He had other things to contend with, such as getting Sim back for that punch.
He grabbed a handful of Sim's collar and balled up his fist again, aiming for Sim's thick, empty fucking head.
Sim's nose was now bleeding freely and flowing everywhere and he tried to twist his collar away from the older boy. He went for a hard headbutt at the bridge of Ciaran's nose violently.
"Don't say shit about my mom you motherfucker!" He yelled going red in the face.
Fuck. Okay, that hurt; adrenaline was doing to nothing to help him ignore that one.
Still, he wasn't letting go of that collar. When Ciaran did manage to draw his hand away from his nose, he balled it into a fist and punched Sim in the stomach.
"Da ti eba majkata" he spat back, landing another punch in Sim's gut for good measure.
His head was still throbbing. Fuck, why hadn't he thought of headbutting this bastard first?
Sim was winded by the punch, coughing and trying to draw a breath the smile finally fell off his face. He was unable to anything but kick his legs wildly and hope to connect with that asshole until he got his breath back.
"I don't fucking speak retard" he managed to get out, blowing blood out of his nose in a little spray.
Bad head or no bad head, he was taking this opportunity before this prick stopped raining blood on him and started punching again.
Ciaran pushed Sim off him, rolling the other boy onto his back. "Then how do you understand your stupid fucking mother?" he said, spitting at the smaller boy as he shoved his head against the ground.
He hit Sim in the mouth. "Or do you just show her pictures of coloured shapes and hope for the best?"
Sim's head was being painfully squashed and he could taste blood, probably from his mouth. He gave a frustrated roar and bucked Ciaran off him, scrambling to hit feet and kicking the older boy in the stomach.
"I said don't talk about my mom you piece of shit!" He gagged a little as blood dribbled down the back of his throat, but he managed to hold his ground, ears ringing slightly.
He groaned as Sim's foot connected with his stomach, instinctively curling into the kick.
Ciaran kicked his own foot out at Sim's calf; it lacked the punch to throw him off balance, but that was fine. He just needed a distraction so that he could stand up. Being on the ground made him far more vulnerable to a further kicking.
"Or you'll fucking regret it!" Sim took a run up to Ciaran and swung his fist, connecting with his ear. He knew it was a hard hit because his knuckles had split open angrily.
Sim could also tell it was a hard hit from the line of mixed English and Bulgarian swearing that spilled from Ciaran's mouth as he held an already-bloody hand to the side of his head.
Scowling, he threw a punch at Sim's eye. Ciaran had been aiming for the boy's temple but he missed it.
Sim was pretty sure he'd never been punched in the eye before and it automatically started to swell and close.
"What the fuck? That fucking hurts!" He stated the obvious and stumbled back. "Just because you're a botched abortion doesn't mean the rest of us don't have loving families."
"That's the fucking idea," he growled. What the fuck did Sim expect? Being punched wasn't meant to be an enjoyable experience, was it?
Ciaran gave him a hard shove, just to help him on his way as he stumbled back. "I wasn't a botched abortion you fucking prick." He threw an elbow to the ribs in for good measure.
Abernathy had been watching the fight from Rienzi house with appalled amusement. She couldn't hear everything that was said and could only witness the physical carnage.
When it was clear that no one was going to break up this fight (or a teacher would get involved) Abernathy decided she'd do something about it.
Strutting out to the lawn like she owned the place she didn't second guess herself for a moment. Pushing up between them she punched in the direction of both boys.
"For fuck's sake gentlemen. Move along already. You can insult each others mothers from opposite sides of the quad later. But you kind of have to survive the fight in order to do that."
"With your fists?" She shook her head at him and since he'd addressed her first she focused her attention on him. She placed both her hands on his chest and started pushing him back and away from the tall, nerve wracking, transfer student whose name she didn't know. "Nice vocabulary." Coming from AB, it was a compliment.
Abernathy was no stranger to fighting. She felt the hand closing on her arm and the urge to punch rose before she could properly think. She turned to face him and smacked her fist into his ribcage. "Looked done to me," she replied roughly. "Teachers around here put the hammer down. Might want to stop now while you still have the option."
Unfortunately for them, Leonard Fortis had witnessed them fighting from one of the windows.
"Too late," came the professor's harsh voice as he approached the trio, wand in hand and not looking at all pleased. "Stoyanov, release Miss Ford so that she may leave." It wasn't a request; it was a command. He had seen Abernathy attempt to break the fight up as he came to stop it himself.
His eyes darted between both boys as he continued. "Both of you to Pendragon's office. Now."
He scowled at the girl and let go. Even if he didn't think things were done with, they were now.
Quite, quite done.
With one arm held across his ribs, Ciaran huffed through his nose...which probably wasn't the best idea considering the almighty crack Sim had given it earlier.
He wiped his face again, flicking a glare at the teacher before looking away. Ciaran picked up his school bag from where he'd dropped it. "Jedi govno," he muttered as he headed towards the main building.
Sim glared up at Fortis and looked at his discarded bike. "If that gets stolen can I suethe school?" He grinned crookedly, feeling a little dazed and followed Ciaran off to Pendragon's office.
"Did you say something?" He asked the older boy innocently.
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