Ryan and Louise walked to school together once the rain had stopped. Ryan had a small frame and he was skinnier than Louise. His features were soft and feminine and his voice was mellow. 
"How long have you been playing the drums?" He asked Louise.
"Not very long. I have been playing them on and off for around three years now. My sister's friend taught it to me, she's a drummer in her band,"

"Your sister has her own band? That's so cool! Can I join it?"
"No, but you can join our band. Me and...my friend Mitchelle,"
"Oh, what does Mitchelle play?"
"He plays the electric guitar,"
"Holy shit! That's so cool! Is he good?"
"He's pretty awesome,"

Ryan laughed. They had reached the entrance of the school by then, "One day in school and I already have friends. Chelsea would be so jealous of my social skills, I'm kickin' it!"
Louise smiled and suddenly had his collar grabbed by someone and dragged back, "Yo yo yo Louisi-anus!" It was Henry again. 

Louise turned back, "Henry, stop being lame, dude. We're in high school now,"
Henry had been bullying Louise since childhood. Shunning him out of playground games, shoving water balloons in Louise's pants while he was still wearing them, pulling his underwear out of his pants or throwing a cactus on his face. The last one even got him in trouble, but the boy was fearless. 

As they have grown up from five to fifteen, Henry definitely has turned more unbearable. 
"Lame? You know what's lame? YOUR MOM, BITCH!" Henry and his trolls, Evans and Sky started beating Louise to a pulp in front of the school entrance. Ryan, at first, was too shocked, "Are they his friend or...Americans are confusing...," 

"Should I help you?" Ryan asked while Louise's face was bruised purple and swollen red.
"Nah, I definitely got this," He said, sarcastically. So, Ryan decided it was safe and took a step back, "Are you sure you don't want my help? I think you do," Ryan took his phone out of his pocket.

"WHO YOU GONNA CALL? GIMME THAT PHONE, BITCH!" Sky grabbed the phone from Ryan and slapped Ryan with his long deadlocks, "FUCK OFF!"
"What's going on there?" Mr Dickson yelled from the halls as he looked at them.
"Shit! The pedo is here! Run, boys!" Henry left Louise's collar and ran towards the garden, disappearing in the bushes. 
"You guys still have my phone! Hey!" Ryan yelled and then looked down at Louise, "...Would you have a phone? I need to make an urgent call,"

Louise opened his swollen eyes and looked at him, "Phone? I don't even have the will to live right now,"
"Oh... Why not? You got three friends,"
"IN WHAT WAY DO YOU SEE THEM AS MY FRIENDS? THEY FUCKED ME OVER AND THREW ME AWAY LIKE A SACK OF SHIT! I'VE BEEN MISTREATED!"
"...You wanted them to stay?"

"I think we are having some sort of communication gap here,"
"Sorry, bad English," Ryan shrugged, "Should I help you?"
Louise just stared at him and soon they heard the upcoming panting of Mr Dickson, "Son of a bitch, I'm getting old for these little shits, aren't I?" 

"Oh no, it's Mr Dickson. Listen, don't tell him about this," Louise begged Ryan.
"Why not?!"
"Just please be quiet and listen to what I told you," Louise had no energy to fight or speak anymore. He had given up.
"You are pretty controlling," Ryan furrowed his brow.
"That's not what controlling means," Louise started tearing up.

Mr Dickson first caught his breath and then blew his whistle, "Boys, what happened here? And you there!" He looked at Louise, "What happened to you? Why are you crying?"
Ryan passed a long, hard stare at Mr Dickson, "He-..."

"He fell,"
'How the fuck do I look fallen?!' Louise just looked at the sky overhead, as if he was a soldier waiting for his death.
"Fell? Boy, stop lying to me. I saw those boys doing some mischief around here. Now, I might be near-sighted, but there were definitely more people than just you too,"
"No, it was just me and him...I was bloated, so I looked like four people,"

"What? I saw them running away! Stop spouting shit and tell me what happened! They bullied him?"
Ryan stopped abruptly, 'Now...What the hell does bullying mean?'
Louise looked up at him, "There is a language barrier here," He whispered. 
"No, they didn't bully him,"

"Then, what were they doing?"
"Erm, well. They were..."

'What did he say again? Mi-Mi-Mistuved? Mistruved? Mi-Miltru? Milk-'

"They were milking him," He spoke, confidently. Confidence is key! 

"..."
"..."
"..."

'Shit, was that the correct verb? This atmosphere seems tense...' Ryan looked at the sky and went into a thoughtful daze. Louise was so shocked, he passed out with his mouth wide open. Mr Dickson looked down at Louise, "Just...Take him to the nurse's office,"
"Yes, sir,"

Ryan picked Louise on his back and went off. Mr Dickson just stood facing the school door again. Once they were gone, he threw his cap on the floor and kicked it under his leg, "FUCK! I love this job! But, was it consensual? I forgot to ask...BOY!" He turned back but they were gone. 

Ryan opened the door to the nurse's office, she was sitting and talking to someone on her phone, "Bryana is like such a bitch. She tried to hit on my boyfriend too. She was twerking in front of him, such a whore!" She looked at Ryan and got up, "Just a second, Stacey. What happened? Heat stroke?"
"Of a sort," Ryan replied.
"Lay him on the bed. I'll prepare some ice for him,"
Ryan followed the instructions and pressed Louise onto the bed. He looked down at Louise while standing before the bed. The nurse prepared the solution while being on the call, "So, as I was saying," She continued talking while Ryan continued looking at Louise's distorted face. 

He took the ice from the nurse and pressed it on Louise's face to reduce the inflammation, "Ouch," He opened his eyes, "Where am I?"
"In the nurse's office," Ryan continued pressing it on his face. Once they were done, they quietly walked out of the nurse's office and Louise looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"Damn, I'm gonna have to hide this from mom,"

"Why? Just tell her a big boy hit you,"
"What will she do? Tell the principal? Henry's father is a powerful man. The principal can't do shit,"
"Why? Is he constipated?"
"You...Just let it be. Let's go find MJ,"

MJ, meanwhile, got in the middle of the hallway with a public announcement speaker. He handed it to Wasim, who was wearing his sunglasses as usual with an Arabian thobe, "What are you wearing? You look like you're straight out of the middle east,"
"That's the feel! I'm tryna be inclusive,"
"Wah..." Mitchelle's eyes glowed as he looked up at him in a daze.

"I'm pretty sure this is cultural appropriation," Angela broke that delusion.
"Puh! Nonsense! You think I'd spend five hundred dollars to become a racist? I can do it for free,"
"No, that's not racism-"

"PEOPLE OF KERLIN COUNTY HIGH!" Wasim ignored her and took the public announcement speaker from MJ. He held it before his mouth, "HELLO EVERYONE!" He screamed on the mic while people pressed their hands over their ears while passing by him, clearly agitated, "AHEM!" Suddenly, he broke into a coughing fit as he choked on his saliva and coughed for a straight minute until he began farting and ultimately shat his pants. He stopped, 

"...I may or may not have pooped," He was still bent forward, "MJ, you take over. YOU SHOULD LEARN TO BE AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN!"
"But how? I'm dude," MJ tried reasoning with a man whose shit was falling off of his pants. He ran towards the toilets. Angela sighed and looked at MJ who picked up the speaker before his mouth, 

"We're looking for instrumentalists! If you play any instruments...MEET US ON THE TERRACE!"
"That sounds like a threat," Angela crossed her arms, "Try to persuade them,"
"Let me rephrase that, COME TO THE TERRACE OR ELSE!"
"YOU MADE IT WORSE! Oh god, we're never finding people like that! Fuck this!" Angela pressed her hand over her forehead and left angrily. 

Meanwhile, MJ looked at the other side of the speaker through a hole. He could see a cheer girl's legs, "Oh, she's fine! Damn...those legs..."

"MJ," Louise suddenly appeared before MJ's vision with his swollen face and he freaked the fuck out, "Woah! What happened to you? You got a facelift?... With a lot of fillers...It's a botched procedure, isn't it?"
"THEY BEAT ME UP!"
"Damn, even doctors are bullying you?
"WHAT DOCTORS?!"

"They acted like Guerilla warriors," Ryan pitched in from aside. MJ looked at him, "Henry?"
Louise nodded and MJ chuckled, "Makes sense, Louise is white and all of them are black...Except for Henry. Henry is a dick,"
"That's a race? I thought that was a genital organ...Hmm, fascinating," Ryan mumbled to himself while Mitchelle got busy with Louise, 

"You should seriously do something about that Henry dude. He's too straight for me,"
"He's always been this way,"
"Damn..." MJ looked down and then looked back up at Louise with a smirk, "I can fix him,"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DUDE! STOP BEING SO WEIRD!"

Louise moved away from MJ, "By the way, meet him, he is Ryan Nolan, our bassist. And Ryan, this weirdo here is Mitchelle, MJ for short,"
"Ayo, was'gud mate?" He shook hands with Ryan, "You're Irish,"
"Yes, how do you know?"
"I know an immigrant when I see one, I'm wired like that,"

"MJ, stop right there,"
"I was kidding,"
"You're not funny,"

"Immigrant? What does that mean?" Ryan looked at MJ.
"It was a joke" MJ smiled.
"Oh, I guess it'll be a while till I can understand American humour," They shook hands, "Perhaps, we should spend more time together,"
"You can come to my place," MJ winked.
"Do not go anywhere with him," Louise said. 

"Or you could come to mine. Tonight," Ryan proposed, "We have a small party since my parents are out of town,"
"A midweek party? Sounds good. Will the girls be there?" MJ asked and Louise rolled his eyes. 
"Yeah, my sister's friends will be there,"
"We'll be there,"

"I won't. I look like a rotten potato that has been smashed by a turnip," Louise reclined, "You see the situation on my face? I look like I crossed seven prisons after raw dogging my way,"
"Your bruises will heal till the evening,"
"No, they won't. I'm not a fucking alligator!"
"What the fuck does that even mean? Anyways, we're gonna have so much sex out there, you'll fuck the pain away,"

"We? I am not having sex with anyone. And you're not getting laid, keep dreaming,"
"Louise, if I don't find a girl, I will fuck you," MJ looked into his eyes.
"Ew, dude, go touch some grass. That's just weird,"
"That means I can count you in?"

"Ugh, fuck me.."
"Ryan, we will come"
"Awesome!" Ryan smiled, "I'll see you guys tonight,"

-To be continued