RP with @pitch-nightmare-king
A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner's head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.
"Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?" The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz's hands to the floor.
The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.
"Oh come on," The white-haired boy spoke up. "The books? Don't you think that's a little cliche?"
"Shut up, Jack. There's no book written on how to put losers in their place."











