𐔌ׅ͡ 𓈒𓏲 ׁ 𓈒 ݁ 008 ᣟ

Shedletsky hummed in thought, head leaning against the hand that was on his chin, legs swaying under the long picnic-table they had outside the cafeteria at school.

The crowd of students at each picnic-table with their friends buzzed with noise, while Shedletsky stayed right here. Sitting next to an arguing Builderman and Dusekkar, Chance getting crowded with the ladies; mostly freshmens and juniors, and Guest 1337 getting it up with his girlfriend Daisy. Freaks.

Shedletsky let out a sigh. It was like this everyday of the school week - Monday through Friday - which seemed like absolute hell. At least everybody else was enjoying this place, meanwhile Shedletsky suffered alone.

In his personal life, it was already going downhill. Taph found out that Shedletsky had been saying shit about them behind their back. Brighteyes moved to a different highschool across the entire city. And Builderman seemed like he didn't care for Shedletsky anymore. Which was weird, because they were childhood friends since toddlers.

After a while, it seemed like everyone disappeared. But that was because Shedletsky started getting deep into his thoughts; legs swinging underneath the picnic-tops, arms crossed on the table with his head ducked down, burried in his arms. Though, his face wasn't hidden: his chin was resting on his arm, still visible. Still there.

That's when a group of guys walked up to him. Four, to be exact. Great. Just what Shedletsky needed, a stupid, popular group of boys coming up to him and acting like shit.

"Heeyy, Shedletskyy!!" John started, and already this situation was dumb. John Doe. Most likely the most powerful one of the four - only if there wasn't 1x1x1x1 in it too. He said Shedletsky's name like "Shed-let-SKY" instead of "Shed-lets-SKI." It was annoying torture.

Shedletsky grumbled in response with a muttered "Hello, John..." beneath his breath, his head now burried in his arms hidden away. He hated these popular kids. They were absolute dimwits. Thinking they were the best of the best. Which, everyone else seemed to agree. Not Shedletsky.

Noli let out a sharp laugh. A hacker at heart, rather it was hacking in the school's system to unblock websites or changing passcodes to computers, you could count on him to do it first and best. "Look at 'im! He looks like a scared girl, hiding away. Ain't that a sight!"

The others laughed with - Guest 666, Noli, John Doe - but not 1x1x1x1. Never 1x1x1x1. The guy never laughed at anything unless if it was him bullying and teasing Shedletsky... alone on an one-on-one sort of thing.

1x1x1x1 pushed the other three guys out of his way - hands slamming down on the picnic-table, fingers curling around the spaces between metal of the table; leaning down low enough that he was eye-to-eye with Shedletsky now. But that would be true if Shedletsky put his head up.

"Get up, Shed. C'mon. Look at me." 1x1x1x1 grunted out, eyes narrowed with precision and confidence. The other guys were arrogant and loud. But not 1x1x1x1. He was calm, collected. That's why he wasn't ever messed with. No one knew what he was capable of.

Shedletsky huffed, putting his head up and sitting a little straighter - eyes blazing into 1x1x1x1's own - arms still crossed on top of the picnic-table, legs still swaying in that back-and-forth motion which made 1x1x1x1 look like he was restraining himself from doing something to Shedletsky. But not bad things. Let's just say, the type of things Guest 1337 would do to his girlfriend Daisy if they were alone together.