Page 25 of Betraying Bexley

“Fine, let’s go then.”

Alé stormed across the cafeteria, shoving people aside to get to the middle of the circle. Eito followed his lead, using the hole Alé created. Kenner stood, with the box above his head, while Bex stuttered and sobbed, wanting the meal back. Fuck, why'd she have to be so damn simpering? She was strong. She could kick the guy's ass just by kneeing him in the balls with her prosthetic.

“Hey. What’s going on here?” Eito yelled.

Kenner’s attention snapped to Eito’s. “Oh, it’s you. Dawson said you were going to hang with us later.”

Bronx glared at him.

Bexley’s eyes filled with disappointment.

"He's right, I did. So, why don't you put the food down and walk away? We'll hang later." Eito rolled his shoulders. He didn't want to cause a scene, even though Kenner already had.

“Mmm...” Kenner tapped his chin. “I don’t think so. This is more fun. I mean, have you ever seen a cripple beg for their food before? It’s pure entertainment.”

Bexley jumped again and Eito hissed. She was going to fall and bust her ass. “P-Please give me the b-box.”

“N-N-No.” Kenner laughed, mocking her.

“Stop being such an asshole,” Bronx snarled.

Kenner’s attention snapped to Bronx. “You’re way out of your league little girl.” He dropped the bento box and stepped on it, smashing the contents into the ground.

Eito saw red. The box had been his, from his mother. The one he cherished and loved. The one he shared with Bexley because he thought it would give him the opening he needed to talk to her and to share a bit of himself with her. He didn’t care who saw him or what the consequences would be, he closed the distance between him and Kenner and hit the guy with a right hook, knocking him on his ass. It felt so good. Eito sighed as he pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. It’d been a long time since he got into a fight and today was worth it.

“Well, get up, pussy.” Eito curled his lip in disgust. “It’s time someone taught you a lesson.”

“Manners maketh man,” Jacolbi shouted.

“Shut up Jacolbi,” Bronx shouted then muttered to Bexley, “He’s such a Kingsman nerd.”

Eito smirked. “I haven’t gotten into a fight in a long time. After the weekend I’ve had, this feels so good.” Adrenaline rushed through his veins. His body vibrated with excitement.

Kenner stood, spitting out blood. “That’s the only shot you’ll get.”

Eito relaxed his pose, uncurling his fists. “Sure. By all means, please show me the way.”

Kenner charged in like a wildebeest arms raised looking to strike. He swung wildly and Eito moved to the left, out of Kenner’s way then at the last second, tripped the boy. The roar of anger sent a bolt of superiority through Eito.

“Again.” Eito motioned for Kenner to stand. “Come at me.”

Kenner wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before taking his stance, this time slowing down. Eito cocked a brow. The kid had no restraint. Of course, the same could be said about Eito too. But, the difference was age. Eito had been there and done that. Beta males trying to act like the alpha to get chicks was so last year. Kenner swung again, missing Eito. Using the kid’s momentum, Eito smacked him on the back of the head.

The crowd gathered around them laughed while egging them on. At some point someone would be stepping in, they had to. But the longer they played cat and mouse, the more Eito worried no one would stop them. He had to wonder; was this what Bexley dealt with daily within the school? If so, what reason could the school possibly give to allow it? If one of the teachers didn't come soon, he'd be forced to engage in the fight and hurt Kenner, not something he was looking forward to doing. Because he'd sworn to Jamie, he'd never use his hands or his body to ever hurt anyone again.

“Fucking freak.” Kenner rubbed his head. “You’re just like that stuttering bitch, dyke. You run away every time you’re confronted.”

Well, since this had been the first time anyone had attempted to fight Eito, he stared at Kenner in confusion. “Me?” Eito pointed to himself. “Are you talking about me?”

“Well, you’re the only one standing here acting like you’re too good to get your ass whooped.”

Eito chuckled. “The only one getting his ass handed to them, is you.”

The room erupted in laughter once more. Eito glanced over his shoulder to check on Bex and the others. The fear he saw in Bex's eyes as she turned away from the scene, sent a jolt of surprise through Eito, he turned back at the same moment Kenner threw a punch, hitting Eito in the cheek. The shock of it rattled his teeth and got his blood pumping harder. The warm trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, propelled his rage into a frenzy. When Kenner tried to hit him again, Eito blocked it and landed a cross of his own. He picked up a tray from one of the tables and brought it down on Kenner's back and side before using it for a chop block to the back of his knee.

Kenner crumbled. His yelp of pain only added more fuel to Eito’s desire to see the kid submit. He tried. He waited. He knew he wasn’t supposed to fight, but what the fuck was wrong with the school? How could they knowingly allow a student to be left to their own devices in a situation like this? No wonder why The Bitches and All-Americans got away with so much shit. No one cared. “That’s the thing about kids like you.” Eito circled the boy. “You prey on the weak. You get off on taking down the smallest person. The one that is most afraid of you. It gets your dick hard, admit it. Bet you fuck The Bitches after you do shit like this and, in return, they tell you how good your micro-penis is.” Eito hit him in the face again.

“If I have a micro-penis, it’s still bigger than yours.” The corner of Kenner’s mouth curled in a cruel smirk.

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