random little stories ^^

Pride is Hard to Swallow, Hm?

look i have not written for almost a whole, what, 7+ MONTHS???? and ik i posted a rant thing in the random drabbles book but its- LETS JUST FORGET THAT

im sorry for being inactive for so long its just school's kicking my ass and i have MAJOR writer's block and every single thing i try writing just isnt GOOD enough for wattpad yk? so i just give up on everything i write and being a perfectionist is a pain in the ass

but uh yea heres a thing i squeezed out and yk what idgaf its something

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If you were in a situation where you, a fit, tall senior, somehow got into a fight with a short, scrawny senior, do you think you'd win?

Arthur thought the answer was yes, but boy, did that man beat his ass.

He hit the ground for a second time, yep, second. His face and knuckles were bruised and his nose was bleeding, but he still went for a second round because he's an egotistical bastard. Meanwhile, the 'scrawny', short senior looked, well, a little less bruised than the other.

"Are you a masochist or some shit? You really like getting your ass beat," Ryker chuckled, looking down at Arthur in amusement.

"Oh, shut up, asshole," snarled Arthur, as he collapsed and lied down on the grass. God, why the hell is he good at this?

"Maybe it's because I think before I hit." Oh shit, I said that out loud. Arthur draped his arm over his eyes, groaning in frustration, why the hell couldn't he beat him once? He's supposed to be the strong one, not some...short nerd! How fucking pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, pa-fucking-thetic—

He heard another chuckle—more of a scoff really—then a, "Are you seriously sleeping?" and oh look, he's crying out of frustration.

"Shut up." He sat up, head hanging low and his eyes averted to the ground. They sat like that for a minute, until Ryker heard a sniffle.

"I– Are you crying?" Ryker's eyes were wide, he wasn't even joking, he was actually shocked. Arthur merely stayed silent, embarrassed of the pathetic state he was found in.

"Like you'd care," the other croaked, looking up at the shocked boy with a pissed, tear-stained expression.

Ryker hesitated, but he crouched down and lifted Arthur's chin up, checking his bruises. I mean, he hated him, sure, but he had morals and empathy so–

"What are you doing." The question wasn't answered, probably because it didn't sound like one.

"Jeez, did I really beat your ass that hard?"

"...No. I mean, I've been through shit like this before. It's just that," dear Lord, he's gonna regret saying this, "I guess I overreacted when you actually beat me."

"Haha, I know I'm great," Ryker laughed, obviously fake. "Now let's get you treated somewhere." He sling his arm around the other's shoulder and pulled him up, but Arthur shook off his arm, glaring.

"I know how to walk, thank you,"

"Okay, I guess,"

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this feels short and rushed but its something