if he'll ever go to class.

there's no point on going to class on the first day. You only get introductions and first day letters and crap.

...kind of agrees with that.

thought he might. He smirks. "So, girly, whatcha up to?"

"Stop calling me that!"

smirks and shrugs. "Sure sure." Obviously has no intention to stop.

"And I'm not up to anything." puts both hands inside his pockets.

nods. "I see that."

stares

stares back, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing." turns to leave.

watches. "Where you going, girly?"

"I told you to STOP calling me that." turns to him, glaring.

shrugs. "Sorry, sorry." He is obviously not sorry at all.

"That's it, I've had enough." punches him. "Stop picking on me!"

staggers back, surprised, before narrowing his eyes at him.

glares. "Stop. Picking. On. Me."

glares and punches him back. After all, fair's fair.

falls against the lockers, glaring at him. "Jerk." is ready to punch him again

merely shrugs. "Whatever you say, kid."

punches him again. "I'm not a kid."

falters back a few steps, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sure, kid, whatever you say."

grabs his collar and presses him against the wall, throwing punch after punch.

grunts and winces at all the punches and knees him in the groin.

winces and stops punching

uses this to his advantage and starts punching him back, pinning him against the lockers.

puts both hands on his throat, trying to choke him.

coughs, not able to breath. He narrows his eyes and, grabbing Lucas' head, attempts bangs it against the lockers.

closes his eyes, in pain, letting go of his neck for a few seconds

shoves him against the locker and backs up to get some distance between them. He coughs, trying to get his breath back.

can't reach his neck anymore, trying to kick and punch him. "Lemme go!"

continues to hold him against the lockers until he has his breath back. He then looks at him, waiting for him to stop flailing.

glares at him, not trying to kick/punch him anymore. "Asshole. Fag."

rolls his eyes, "Are you done?"

tries to kick him again

watches him, amused.

stops, finally, frustrated.

a little laugh, and lets him go, taking a couple steps away. "There, that's better!"

cleans his face with the back of his hand, still glaring at him, not saying a word.

wipes his face off as well, giving Lucas a smirk

seems to be unable to make his nose stop bleeding. "This is **not** over." turns to leave.

smirks. "Course not, girly."

glares and leaves.