Lyrin kicked Billy’s chair slightly, hissing at him, “There’s a better way than just terrifying people.” He rolls his eyes and slumps back, his arms crossing. His green eyes were narrowed slightly but he slowly relaxed slightly. He looked down at his paper and then back up to the boy. He had never gone off on the kids her,e much less actually lost his shit, but he remembered the shocked expressions on the boy’s faces at his previous school.
Shorty after his parents’ death, when school was still paid for, he’d been volatile. Zyn had been fighting his case to keep all of them and working hard to prove he could support all six other boys. Lyrin had always been the quiet, hardworking student that no one really paid attention to. His grades had been average and he’d been involved in a few after school activities. He had been plain.
But his parents death had changed something, he’d begun to work harder and get better grades. Some of the other boys had thought they could pick on Al (it had been an all boys k through 12 school) and Lyrin had lost it. Small as he may be, he had grabbed one boy by the ear and dragged him away from his little brother, giving well placed blows and telling him off. The boys who had gathered around to witness Lyrin’s out burst hadn’y expected it, most had thought He’d just give one hit and then duck out. But they found out the hard way that no one messed for those Lyrin cared about.
Not that he cared for Billy, but he needed the other boy in order to pay for Kalin’s treatment, and he wasn’t going to let something affect that. He wasn’t afraid to fight someone over his brothers, and the classes their parents had made them take Made both Lyrin and Zyn formidable opponents. The other’s had been to young to join the classes, or to have gotten very far into them.
“Maybe try just being nice and then showing you won’t take their shit.” If only Lyrin could take his own advice. He took eveyone’s shit almost all the time.
(I may or may not have gotten carried away again)
