#hazardoush

"I'm startin' t'think some of ya'll are actually fuckin gay..." He says watching C and A trading friendship bracelets they made in class.

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Hunter tilted his head as he approached but there was no movement. Had that been a knock out? He reached out and took the other by the front of his shirt. "Hey! Faggot! Wake up!" He grunted loudly in S's face. But again, there came no response. Hunter began to shake him, letting his peers head flop as he groaned in frustration.

Panting, Hunter raises his fist again, expecting his peer to raise again at any moment to continue provocation. But as the opportunity to bounce back comes and goes, H stays posed rather dumbly. He nearly believes that S will ambush him at any moment and refuses to drop his guard. "Get up faggot!" He shouted, the word passing so easily to his lips that it feels strange that he ever tried to suppress it. "Yer not gonna laugh at me with a full set of teeth!" He growled, giving him a kick.

Hunter lets out a snorting grunt, rage taking over his rational. He pulls back a gloved fist. "Don't laugh!" He snarls as he throws the next punch, aiming to strike the right said of his peer's face. At the moment, there was no thought or hesitation, H only knew he was angry and the reaction S was giving him made him feel unvalidated and weak. Perhaps it was a mistake to attempt a friendship with S, with any of them. Maybe they all were playing him but he would not let it go unpunished.

Striking a raw nerve and all reservation went out the window along with his low blood pressure. Reactively and in one swooping motion, he raised a hand and swung. It was an impulse and he recoiled immediately without yet registering what he had hit. "Oh, hell!" He exclaimed his expressions going from angry to surprised to concerned and then something akin to exasperated. "Gad-Fuckin damnit!" He shouted, fingers covering his face. "Why do I even fuckin try with you?! You're all like this!!"

No longer feeling the desire to hold back, H grabs for both wrists of the other teenager, trying to resolve things the only way he knew how. "Don't you fuckin' talk t'me like that! Stop being a little shit! Stop pissin me off! Stop bein' so WEAK!"

"What's yer' fuckin deal?!" He shouted back, trying gracelessly to get back to his feet. "Yer' fucked in the head! I was tryin't bring ya back t'reality!" He said, huffing as he stood and glared hotly at the other, internally conflicted on whether to fight back or wait for things to worsen.