FIGHTS WERE NOTHING NEW, not to him. he had grown up fighting for everything, just existing was a fight within itself. he wasnt the nice quiet kid, he wasnt all that agreeable. he was stubborn and willful, got into trouble almost as often he talked his way out of it. in middle school, he scared people. he fought kids twice as big as him behind the school. ruthless and angry. he cussed out the teachers, stormed out of class, kept everyone at a distance. when he got to high school he realized that wasnt going to work in his favor. he would still be alone and alone got him jack shit.
so color him surprised when he ended up in the bathroom of a party with chrissy cunningham trying to clean a nasty gash along his hairline. his lip was split, blood in his mouth from where the soft inside of his cheek had cut against his teeth. he’d have a couple of bruises on his ribs in the morning, he couldnt feel it but he knew it. someone on the basketball team thought it would be a good idea to try and get betty drunk and into one of the bedrooms. he took issue with people preying on others, spent too many years on the other side of it. the guy knew he didnt stand a chance against caed so he got his buddies to jump him in the backyard.
“ you know you dont have to do this, cunningham, ” he reminded her. the blonde sat on the closed toilet, his white t-shirt splattered and stained with blood and dirt. not sure what was his and what wasnt. she stood between his knees to get a better angle, all six feet of him didnt quite fit with her in the tiny pink bathroom. “ im going to get blood all over your cute cheer outfit. ”
his tone was teasing and light, careful to keep his bloody split knuckles away from her. maybe it wouldve been easier if he lost, if he left. instead he took on the three boys with a smile on his face. adrenaline still pumped in his veins, creating a heady sensation when mixed with the oxy and liquor in his system. truthfully, he didnt want her to be afraid of him.
he didnt like when he scared people.
