shocking -- cyrus got into another fight. this had been fueled steadily over the past months, but what finally made the tension in his chest snap with how he felt about monty was figuring out he was fucking with charlie. a part of him shocked he genuinely wanted to defend charlie, but he showed him kindness no other jock really tried to do. charlie was different and that was his only excuse, when secretly. he was obviously soft for the boy. he probably would’ve landed monty in the hospital - which he wasn’t too sure if he had to end up going or not. or if he did at all in general. if it wasn’t for Charlie stopping him.
in the heat of the moment and thinking one of his friends spotted what happened in the hallways of school grabbed him from behind. instinctively he did turn around and swing. realizing it was rather too late and he ended up landing a decent punch onto Charlie, which he didn’t mean to and that was when he snapped out of the beating the shit out of monty. now he was awkwardly sitting in his car, in front of a gas station after he ran off with him to flee from school. again.
holding a bag of ice he stubbornly wanted to hold against Charlie’s face, staring away not even caring his nose had been bleeding, that dripped down his chin and down his neck. the blood being dry, and it wasn’t like he had a nose bleed before he couldn’t wash off later. “sorry for uh..” he cleared his throat. “punching you and almost..knocking you out..thought you were one of the other fuckers..” glancing towards his free hand clenching his fist to check out the bruising, as well as monty’s blood that stained his skin. “my bad..” he murmurs.