"WATCH OUT RYAN!"
As my mind went blank from panic, Alex's voice pulled me back to reality and before I could make sense of my surroundings, a massive, calloused fist enveloped my sight. I dodged to the side frantically to avoid Tyler's assaults.
Alex was at the side, putting herself in front of Hannah, protecting her from Tyler but Tyler wasn't giving any mind to Hannah any more. What he wanted now was to crush me into pieces.
"Hey tough guy, I don't want to fight you. Let us do this the nice way. How about we start with introducing ourselves. My name is Ryan and I'm sorry."
Instead of answering, Tyler swung his fist out with full intent to knock me out but strangely, he seemed slow. No, everything seemed slow but not slow as in slow motion kind of slow, just slow enough for me to react toward it.
I staggered backward, barely dodging his punch.
Infuriated, Tyler kept chasing me with punches and every shot landed in the air in front of me as I kept dodging clumsily. I could feel gust after a gust of strong breeze generated from his punch. He's like a portable fan but instead of cooling me down like a normal fan does, it sends shivers down my spines with the thought of what would happen to my face if all those punches landed.
"STOP DODGING YOU COWARD! FACE ME!"
"LIKE THE HELL I WOULD!"
Before I knew it, our one-sided fight had broken through the crowd of onlookers and my back was against the double door on the end of the cafeteria as I kept walking backward while dodging his relentless assault.
"NO MORE RUNNING!" Tyler, like a bull in roid rage, launched himself forward with his right fist pulling all the way back, ready to bloodied my face.
Being force back with nowhere else to dodge, I timed his punched before ducking down
*BAMMMM!*
Wooden chips falling from above me, I looked up and saw half of Tyler's arm sank into the double door.
Tyler was staring down at me with his furious eyes and his face were all red and wrinkled, like he is holding a diarrhea with all his might but he's failing.
"I'm ....gonna…. kill you," He muttered in a low murderous voice, low enough only both of us could hear. He took his bloodied hand out of the door and pulled it back again, ready to send me to the afterlife.
"Hey pal, have enough fun?"
A cyan-haired man placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder firmly, making Tyler click his tongue in annoyance as he turned his head back to check who was interrupting him.
"This is none of your business, Dylan. Stay out of my way."
"Unfortunately, I can't do that. He still owed me two burgers after class. I couldn't let you hurt my food ticket like that."
Dylan's words went unheeded as Tyler turned his head back toward me who was sitting on the floor, launching his bloodied fist at me.
But suddenly, he shrieked in pain and had his knee on the floor while holding on to Dylan's hand on his shoulder. Dylan had apparently dug his finger into his shoulder, leaving him paralyzed in pain.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! GAHHHH!" Tyler tried to get himself up with one of his legs forward into a half-kneeling position but was immediately forced back down when Dylan strengthened his grip on his shoulder.
Despite being half a head shorter than Tyler, Dylan wasn't someone anyone could mess with easily. He had always been one hell of a fighter back in high school and people in university called him 'Mad Dog' because in his first week, some senior tried to rope him into their rich circle but he wasn't interested and in turn they tried to teach him some lessons.
However, things didn't go as they expected, some of them got away with a few scratches but the leader of the group was sent into hospital with a few broken ribs because Dylan kept pursuing the senior relentlessly.
When they tried to use their connection to give a payback to Dylan, their requests were immediately rejected because nobody wanted to mess with Dylan nor his family. I don't really understand why because he has always been reluctant to tell me anything about his family other than he is somewhat rich. But I can only imagine that whatever business his family was involved in wasn't something he is proud of. But all I need to know about him was that he's my best friend
A group of students break out from the crowd and stood behind Dylan, in front of them was a silver blonde haired man with well built physique, he casted a cold gaze toward Tyler who was kneeling on the floor before calling out Dylan, "Dylan, my man, would you do me a favor of releasing my friend over there? I'm sure we can handle this differently."
"Oh? Trevor. I would like to but I'm not convinced that Tyler wants it that way? Unless he can promise me to not bother Ryan and his friends."
"F-F-Fuck you.."
Dylan tightened his grip on his shoulder again, bullets of sweat dripped off of Tyler's face to the floor and howls of pain resounded throughout the deadly silent cafeteria. Some of the onlookers were shocked by how brutal Dylan was.
"Tyler, would you give him the promise?"
"B-But…ARGGHHHHH! FINE!"
Dylan loosened his grip on Tyler's shoulder but before Tyler could catch his breath, Dylan stood on his side and gave him a soccer kick to his guts, sending him sliding on the floor toward Hugo. Trevor holds out his feet to stop Tyler from sliding further.
"Great! I hope this clears any misunderstanding between us. I hope y'all have a nice day, you too, dick boy." Trevor beamed and disappeared into the crowd, two of his underlings had Tyler's arms over their shoulder and carried him away, following Trevor at the back.
"You alright?" Dylan asked as he handed his hand to me.
"Yeah, I'm good." I replied as I took his hand, getting up from the floor with him pulling me up.
The girls that sat on the same table with us earlier were screaming enthusiastically and their noses were bleeding red while their hands were on their phone, busy typing something.
"You owed me two burgers…. and an ice cream…"
"Okay…."
Suddenly, I was pounded by a tanned girl with brown hair, she squeezed her breast into my arm and her eyes were sparkling, "Wahhhh, I thought you were gone but then, you were like"—she had her fist up and swayed her body side to side like a snake—"swoosh here and swoosh there like Kite Kyson."
"Is Mike Tyson." I stood there with a speechless look on my face, watching Alex fooling around mimicking a boxer.
Hannah was standing at the side with her eyes welling up and her cheeks pouting.
"Are you alright? Is your wrist hurt?" Worried, I lifted her wrist to inspect but was quickly pulled away by her.
"I didn't ask for your help. You could have hurt yourself, you dummy!" Hannah reprimanded but there's no anger in her eyes, only worries.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Hey, if Ryan didn't save you, who would have known what would happen to you." Alex scolded but Hannah remained silent, knowing that Alex was right. The mere thought of Trevor's hand clasping on hers makes her tremble in fear.
"Move away! What's going on over here!"
"Shoot! We got to move!" Dylan alerted as the school's security guard was making their way through the crowd toward the back of the cafeteria. All of us merged into the crowd of onlookers that were leaving and successfully exited the cafeteria without getting caught.
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"Are we gonna just let them get away with this?' One of Trevor's underlings asked. They were all full of indignation as they carried the unconscious Tyler with their shoulder.
"No. But the last thing we want now is to attract attention," Trevor answered expressionlessly.
Note : I was bathing in a shared bathroom with all the other inmates, suddenly, I felt something hit my feet and all the naked inmates surrounded me. They are mean mugging me now, telling me to pick up the thing beside my feet….