Context: It's your first day at a new school. You're not great at social interactions, and people generally know you as the 'quiet kid'. Which is fair, considering you're mute. You just want to get by, maybe make a friend or two, but it seems like, even here, people aim to torture you. But, this time, someone stood up for you. He might be a bit psycho, but maybe that's not all there is to him? Only one way to find out.

Setting: A private school

Tags:[MM4A][Bully Speaker][Aggressive Goth Speaker][Mute Listener][Delinquent x Listener][Protective]but[Tsundere][ASL][Rescue][You're My Friend Now][Flirting?][Shy]vs[Super Aggro][CW: Violence]

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[B] = Isaac, the bully
[X] = Xander aka "Psycho"

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[Scene opens outside of your new school]

[SFX: Aggressive footsteps]

[It’s your first day of school and it’s not been great. It’s made a bit worse by the muscular boy that has you backed against the wall]

[B] “Aw, c’mon new kid. Don’t be scared of little ol’ me. I just want to get to know you better. You’ve been such a Wallflower all day! C’mon, open up to me a little, huh?”

[SFX: The Listener digging in their backpack]

[B] “Ah ah, c’mon now. You don’t need to be so shy…”

[You pull out a notepad and a pen. His smile twists into a sneer]

[B] “C’mon, you little weirdo… Say something and I’ll leave you alone!”

[You try and write on your notepad but he knocks it out of your hand]

[SFX: The notepad and pen clattering to the ground]

[...]

[B] “No, not with your fucking notepad! I want to hear you talk, like a normal fucking person. So open up those pretty lips and speak like a good little dog.”

[SFX: Racing footsteps]

[Before you can blink, a boy in all black rushes forward and brains the bully with a solid right hook]

[B] “Guh!”

[SFX: The bully crashing to the ground]

[P] “Do you wanna fucking die, Isaac?! Cause I have no problem beating your brain in!”

[The bully scampers back, terrified]

[B] “I just wanted them to talk, you fucking psychopath!”

[P] “Oh, I’ll show you a fucking psychopath, rich boy! You never learn! You never FUCKING LEARN! How many times do I have to BEAT you into the fucking ground before you learn that, if you step out of line, I’m going to make it my fucking problem!”

[You shake. Isaac shakes as this exceptionally angry Goth boy yanks him up by the shirt]

[B] “L-Look man, I was just-”.

[P] “Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”

[...]

[Isaac does, in fact, shut his fucking mouth]

[P] “I don’t care what you were ‘just’ doing, Isaac. The moment someone starts cowering like that, the moment to lay hands on them, it’s my problem. And I deal with my problems in one of two ways: violence and more violence. Now… apologize.”

[Isaac looks at you, face twisted in fear and fury. He manages a weak:]

[B] “I-I’m sorry…”

[P] “Good boy.”

[SFX: Isaac being thrown to the ground and scrambling off]

[P] “Yeah, run away you pathetic little SHIT!”

[He huffs for a moment, angrier than you’ve ever seen one person be. At last, he turns to you, glowering]

[P] “... you good, Wallflower?”

[You nod]

[P] “Good. Next time, punch him in the dick. He’ll learn eventually that you’re not exactly salivating to see it.”

[With that, the boy stalks off]

[...]

[Scene transitions to the lunchroom the following day]

[SFX: The Listener walking through a busy lunchroom]

[You see him sitting by himself at the corner of the lunchroom with no lunch. The scary Goth boy that came to your rescue. You take a breath and approach him. He glares as you approach]

[P] “What do you want, Wallflower?”

[SFX: The Listener setting the tray down]

[P] “...You brought me lunch? The fuck for?”

[SFX: A pen scritching]

[He looks at what you wrote and his expression changes]

[P] “You’re… mute.”

[nod]

[P] “And Isaac still attacked you like that? Where is that motherfucker, I’m going to give him a whole other beating!”

[You reach out to stop him and you both flinch. He sighs and, to your surprise, starts talking to you in ASL]

[Note: The conversation will still be written normally from here on out, even though it is occurring in ASL]

[Pause?]

[P] “Yes, I know ASL. My little sister is deaf and I can’t exactly call her a brat the normal way, you know? Figured this would be faster than you having to write a fucking novel. Now, will you explain why the fuck you’re bringing me lunch?”

[Pause]

[P] “To thank me for sticking up for you? You’re… Wait, really? You saw me nearly beat a man to death for someone whose name I didn’t even know. It had nothing to do with you, I just reacted, like I would any time Isaac opens his fucking mouth.”

[Pause]

[He half-scoffs/half-laughs]

[P] “Pfft, he does sound like a donkey when he laughs. Whatever. Thanks for the food, I guess.”

[Pause]

[SFX: Them eating their food in a sort of awkward silence]

[P] “So, um… do you just intend to keep sitting there?”

[Pause?]

[He grumbles]

[P] “My name… It’s Xander. But folks just call me ‘Psycho’. Fitting, right? I am the asshole that starts swinging the moment I get pissed off. I’m the asshole that’s been suspended, like, nineteen times, and I’m the asshole that has refused to wear the dumbass school uniform so much so that the teachers have completely given up on trying to make me. Pretty sure they’ve given up on me entirely. Smart of them.”

[Pause]

[He flushes, taken aback]

[P] “Wha-? What do you mean I’m the first friend you’ve ever made here?! Who said we were friends?!”

[Pause]

[He grumbles, rubbing his face]

[P] “Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes, Wallflower… They don’t work on me. My little sister pulls that shit on me way too often for some cutie at school to manage it.”

[...]

[P] “Yeah, I said cutie, what of it? You’re cute. I can say that without it needing to be a big deal. That’s why Isaac was picking on you, you know? He always does this shit to people he thinks are cute. I think he just wants to find someone with a hardcore degradation kink or some shit.”

[Pause?]

[P] “It’s disgusting. Like, I’m a thug, literal scum, and I still will never sink that low. Guess that’s one of the good things about being a loner… You get good at observing people. Figuring out what makes them tick, getting a read on them, and so on.”

[Pause?]

[He studies you for a moment, his eyes intense]

[P] “Oh, I can read you… I can read you real easy. You’re sweet. Too sweet. Not naive, but you try and see the best in people. The world is going to chew you up and spit you out, over and over, and you’re going to keep smiling despite all of that. You’ll do anything to keep the peace, right?”

[...]

[He smirks a little, munching a handful of fries]

[P] “Oh, I know I’m good. That’s… probably why you shouldn’t hang out with me. Isaac and his goons try and jump me any time they feel like they have a chance.”

[Pause]

[His smirk wanes a little. It turns bitter]

[P] “Yeah… I’m not worth it. So, keep that pure little heart intact and pick a better friend, got it?”

[...]

[He sighs and stands]

[P] “...I’ll keep an eye out for you, alright? But that’s it. And only because you bought me lunch. I know Isaac… he’ll keep pushing… Wallflower?”

[Pause?]

[P] “Grow a fucking spine, alright? I might not always be here to protect you.”

[...]

[He grumbles under his breath]

[P] “...thanks for lunch. Later.”

[SFX: His heavy boots clomping through the cafeteria]

[He stalks away, hands shoved in his pockets and scowling]

[...]

[It’s been a Hell of a first day]

[To be continued?]

Note: Oh no, their chemistry-