User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Lets Make This Hurt Chapter 3: It's Mine.

Later in the evening Andy sat, reading a book, blasting Slayer through his speakers when his roommate had returning. Harboring a bruise beneath his right eye. Andy quickly took note of that. Standing to his feet and looking over the wound. It appeared to be that he was struck hard, and the resonating blood had left him dazed.

"What happened." Andy asked, boring a hole into Bucky's soul with his illuminating green eyes. They were inescapable at this very point. Nothing could halt their advance.

"Oh.." Bucky said, but then stuttered for a response. "I fell." He finally uttered.

"You think I am dumb?" Andy said with such velocity that it made Bucky shudder at just the mere decible of his tone. Bucky's eyes on shaky nerves, whilst Andy's were calm and as still as the ocean greeting the beach on low tide.

"No, no." Bucky stammers, desperately trying to resolve the situation. The cold stare never ceases on him, he believes that he is of the ridicule of the entire world. Andy had him at his whim and even he had known it at this point. This knew kid was already beginning his rule and there was not a thing aynone at Bullworth could do about it.

"Then tell me, so that I may handle it, pawn." Andy denounced him.

"Okay.." Bucky began, biting his bottom lip nervously. "Well this Jock, Dylan Rose, punched me. That's all." Bucky timidly foretold.

"It shall be handled, he'll be disposed of." Andy said, almost robotically, lacking of any emotion whatsoever as he did so. He walked for the door and began his trek for the football field. Bucky steadily moving behind him, trying to stop him.

"Please don't it'll just further the beatings, please!" He begged. He could hardly match Andy's pace as he did so and finally, upon entering the football field he nervously peered at every crack and crevice. As if entering the valley of death, as a fledgling. Weak and refutable. The cold, brisk, evening air just further adding to his nerves as he gritted his teeth in absolute fear.

TO BE CONTINUED!