Ryan kicked Henry in his face, missed and fell on the floor. Henry kicked him as he lay down. His trolls came forward and began kicking him from all directions. Ryan curled up into a ball, covering his head with his arms and digging his knees into his stomach. Henry kicked him on his face repeatedly, till his hand and ear were bleeding. Finally, he grabbed him by his collar and pushed him against a wall, he leaned down and looked into his eyes, "Don't forget this. If you and your little buddies mess with me again, I will fucking kill you,"

He took his phone out, "Now, I want to ask you for a favour. You wouldn't decline, right?" Henry smirked. Ryan looked up at him, the overhead sun behind him was blinding him. 

. . .

Ryan sat there, leaving against the wall for a while, looking at the sky above. They were outside, near the football restroom, he held the sink beside him and got up. He limped his way to the terrace. Everyone who saw him on his way there, looked terrified. They knew it was Henry. Nobody said anything, not even the teachers. They just pretended to not see him walk by them.

Zalia and Peed sat on their chairs, working on a new song with Mitchelle and Louise. Mitchelle was forbidden by Mr Wilson to work on songs himself anymore. He said he had to have them approved by a senior before he did anything anymore. MJ didn't like being controlled by his superiors, but since it was Zalia, he was fine. 

"Zalia can control me all she wants," MJ smiled.
"Keep my sister's name out of your fucking mouth!" Louise was not having it. 

Well, long story short, after an hour of lecture about how growing up was about taking responsibilities seriously, there they were. Barred from performing for the next one year. Louise and MJ decided on Zalia's new song with Zalia, who still preferred the terrace even though all their instruments had now been shifted to the Music club room or the former history room. Jerome was downstairs, shitting in some dark cubicle. 

Suddenly, the terrace door banged open and Zalia looked up. She was horrified. Ryan's left eyes and left ear were bleeding, his hands were bruised purple and he also seemed to be wounded on his left thigh.

She ran towards him, "Ryan, what happened?! Who did this to you?!"
"Henry," He spat out blood from his mouth on the terrace floor, "He was upset we made that song," He looked at MJ. His bleeding eye had swollen so much that he couldn't see properly from it, "He...did this?" MJ looked upset. He walked towards the terrace door, "Where are you going?" Zalia said. 

"To teach him a lesson and show him who owns the place,"
"You don't have to show that to him. He knows he owns it. His father...He is a shareholder in the school's management," MJ paused at the door, "If you beat him up, you'll be rusticated from the school. If he beats you up, you make a fool out of yourself. It's a lose-lose fight,"

"What am I supposed to do?! Watch him treat my friends like garbage?!" MJ yelled. Louise tried to calm him down but he yelled at him too. Suddenly, Jerome came to the terrace, "You guys...Check what I found,"
"Not now, Jerome," MJ said, "We're kinda busy here. The scenario is tense,"
"Shut the fuck up and watch this," Jerome showed Ryan on a tape, his face all puckered up, "So," It was Henry's voice, "Why don't you tell us who actually sucks dick? Faggot,"
"I..." Ryan looked down, "Come on!" Henry's smile was contaminating his voice, "You were singing about that just yesterday. Come on, don't be shy. Sing it for me, again... Hmm?"

"I... I suck-"
"Alright, stop it," MJ pushed the phone away, "I don't want to see it. Where did you find it?"
"On our class group. So many fake profiles forwarded it,"
"The teachers will take care of it, then," Louise told MJ, "They are in the group,"
"They won't do shit!" Jerome interrupted, "Man, fuck you respectfully, Louise. If you weren't such a pussy, man! He wouldn't tower over you and your friends like that! I don't even wanna be friends with you anymore if I know imma be cornered and victimised unnecessarily. And fuck you, MJ, for suggesting that stupid idea in the first place. And fuck me, for following along with it!"

"Calm down, Jerome!"
"I WILL NOT BE CALM!" He shat his pants, "...I'm calm now,"
"Dude...just... Go shit again," MJ said.
"You come with me. I'm scared now. What if Henry comes into my cubicle and gives me cock and ball torture?"
"He is not interested in your black ass penis, Jerome,"
"Well, you should have thought about that while singing about BBC!"
"What? When did I sing about BBC?! I sang about dick!"

"Both of you, stop!" Zalia finally intervened, "Peed, give Ryan some medical aid first," Peed took Ryan to the nurse's office, "Now..." She looked at Jerome, "MJ, take him to the bathroom and get him an extra pair of pants. He stinks!"
"Yes, ma'am," MJ walked ahead of Jerome and they both left. 

Zalia looked at Louise, who looked down at his shoes, "Louise, soon, you'll be fifteen. I can't always keep protecting you against Henry. I've been doing this ever since his family moved next to ours. You've found people that matter to you, so treat them like they matter...before its too late," She left the terrace. 

MJ stood outside Jerome's stall, "Honestly, I wish they would beat me instead of Ryan. My uncle would fuck them up so bad, hell would seem like heaven," Suddenly, an idea popped inside his tiny brain, "Wait, I can call Tony! And Wisha! They will sandwich these motherfuckers!" 
"What?" Jerome yelled from inside, "Dammit, I got diarrhoea!"
"No, think about it, Jerome. If they beat Henry up, who is gonna rusticate them? They aren't fucking students,"

Suddenly, MJ got a text by Mr Wilson. For a moment, he thought the Mr Wilson heard him and was gonna rebuke his disastrous plan, but no, it was just him, telling him he saw Ryan's video. And he told the school authorities to block the videos and remove them from the chat, along with taking strict action on them. But MJ knew no action would be taken once they found out that it was fucking Henry who did that. 

"Is Ryan okay?" He texted. 
"Wrong question," MJ said.
"Yeah, I know he's not. I'm so sorry, Mitchelle. I am going to Ryan, ask him who did this and report that student immediately. No bullies under my watch,"
"Don't bother, Mr Wilson. Nothing will come out of it. You might end up losing your job,"
"What? Why in the world would that happen?"
"He's got connections,"

And MJ closed the chat. Mr Wilson read that, and was more determined than ever to take this bully down, whoever it was. MJ hated it. MJ hated the people who who rode their dad's dick. He wanted to teach Henry a lesson. But he wanted to do that without getting kicked out of the school. Now that he had a plan, he took Louise with him to his place and there, the moment he entered Tony's room, he found Wisha, sitting on his sofa with some cigarette butts on the table and a bong under his chin. 

"MJ?" Tony turned back, "Aye, it's your favourite boy, Wisha!"
"Mitchelle! What's up, man? Come on in," Louise sat beside Wisha and MJ sat with Tony. Louise looked at all the cigarette packets, the smell of cigarettes and weed. 
"You wan' one?" Wisha asked him, passing a cigarette to him, but Louise refused. 

"Absolutely not," He heard Tony tell MJ.
"I didn't even say anything!" MJ said.
"I know what your crusty ass finna say. Yo ass wants me to beat up this bitch at yo schoo'"
"Erm, yeah. I kinda do,"
"Fool," Wisha addressed him while hitting his bong, "We ain't yo hitmen. I ain't beating up little kids. You think I'm so low? We only kill adults,"
'Kill?' Louise looked at MJ.
"Ahem! Wisha!" MJ looked at Wisha.
"Oh," Wisha looked at Louise, "My bad,"
"But those "kids" are bullies, Tony!" MJ looked at Tony.
"Then, you beat them up. Lvl that little shit. You can do that!"

"No, I can't. I'm weak. I tried fighting him countless times, I can't win,"
"I don't care. I ain't beating kids"

"Then I'll beat them," Louise looked at Tony, "You teach me," Louise came forward, "You teach me how to beat them, and I will. I want to bring them down,"
"...Louise, that'll get you rusticated," MJ said.
"Kerlin County is not the only school in the world, MJ,"
MJ had nothing else to counter him with. He knew the risks and he was fine with the consequences. 

Tony and Wisha looked at each other and smirked, "Alright!"

-To be continued