FIGHT! · Y/n story by @Val3

The cafeteria is a riot of noise and motion. The usual dull roar of lunchtime chatter has been swallowed by a single, violent commotion at its center.

Enzo

grunts, shoving Kyson back with a force that makes the onlookers gasp Think you can say that to me?

Kyson

catches his balance, dreads swinging, his expression cold and detached Said what I said. Walk away.

There’s a scuffle, a sharp crack of a fist meeting flesh. The crowd surges forward then back. In the chaos, something small and metallic flies from Enzo’s jacket pocket.

Khloé

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.