Evan Fong

"Stuart, I think you should stop this," Mini told him slightly uncomfortable by what he is witnessing.

"Nah, he got this," Stuart told him with a smile. "Go, Josh! Beat his ass!"

Josh fell upon his knees after receiving a kick to the balls and a fist to the face.

"Take that you..." I gulp, "you pile of bull crap." I take a step back to catch my breath. His big body stood back up and pulled out a combat knife ready to stab me with it.

"Fuck..." I mumbled, quickly dodging the swing and knocking it out of his hand.

How did the school allow this! Oh wait, the principle doesn't give a shit!

He shoved my body onto the floor and pressed his foot onto my chest, making it harder to breathe. It's been a while since I've done this; I sure missed the sudden adrenaline.

"Evan get up!" Lui yelled out, seeing Josh glare at him. Stuart stood up and said, "Alright, that's enough." Sorry Stuart but I ain't stopping now. With all my strength, I began to push his foot up, letting out a scream of faith. He lost his balance by the sudden lift and stumbled back.

I instantly got up, taking a couple of breaths for my poor lungs. My body began to automatically stagger towards him ready to give his peanut-sized brain a bit of sense.

"Mr. Fong stop this instant!"

"No..." I muttered as I hopped onto his back, strangling him from behind. He tried to get me off by slamming my body against the wall. But I don't budge. He shook me around and slammed my body again upon the wall, hoping for me to let go.

His big hands grabbed my arms and began to pull them apart-feeling them sting-to throw me over his head. When he did that, my hand grabbed the knife that was on the floor and swung it onto his legs, hearing him scream and fall onto his knees in pain.

I raise the knife up ready to stab it down onto his head with a sinister grin stuck on my face, but I then heard a voice, "Evan stop!"

My body froze in place and took a hard gulp of saliva, glancing over at the crowd. They had terrified expressions towards me: Lui was shaking his head no for not expecting his neighbor to be a monster, David wasn't even blinking, Tyler and Marcel couldn't look away like Craig, but Jonathan just stared at me with a sympathetic smile. His cold eyes weren't so cold as I thought, they shifted to a light blue which amused me; It's almost as if they were soothing my soul.

My eyes averted his stare and gazed down at myself just to see how fucked up I looked: ripped shirt, bloody nose, cut lip, bruised arms, and a bloodstained knife in my hands. My trembling hands dropped the knife and limped away from Josh, feeling my back press against the wall. I began to slide down to the floor in defeat.

He grunted as some of his coworkers helped him up; with a wicked grin, he glanced back at me and got escorted out of the gym.

"Thanks for your participation, Josh," Stuart looks over at me, "Evan!" I gaze up at him. "You were amazing!" He applauded with such enthusiasm. Everyone stared at him as if he was crazy. "And that, guys, is what you'll learn," he said with a stupid smirk.

"Now who wants some pizza?" They all raised their hands shakily. I shakily raised my hand too, feeling like I'm about to pass out, but they all walked out of the gym, forgetting about me.

"Fuckers..." I mumbled, sitting there alone in the gym. My legs were beginning to sting in pain by the number of grips and blows it earned and my lungs were burning from the lack of air. Also, that man definitely did not seem kid-friendly. He even forgot a bleeding and bruised boy right now just for food. Well, food is more valuable than my pathetic ass.

I closed my eyes to relax for a moment-not minding the loneliness-and let the dark wrap itself around my hurting body.

"Here, let's get you up," a voice reassured me as my body got lifted up gently.

"Fuck off..." I mumbled, but the mystery guy just chuckled and carried me away. My head hit something dense, hearing him curse quietly. Of course, my head had to bump into something.

I opened my eyes slowly, observing his electrifying eyes stare ahead into the distance. "What time is it?" I asked in a low tone. He thought about it by making a weird face and said, "I think its three of the afternoon." I've been fighting for two and a half hours!? Damn.

He smiled at me and said, "You did well. And because of that, you deserve more than a pizza." He set me down in his car and got in the driver seat, starting the engine. I hug myself and rest my head against the window, enjoying the cold glass touch my heated skin. I didn't respond to what he said but I allow him to take me wherever he pleases.

Thirty minutes later, he parks his car right in his garage. He helped me get out and escorted me inside his home, already admiring his living room. It looked so comfortable with so many books stacked in the bookshelf and the warm looking blankets resting on the couch. Man, I wish my home was this comfortable.

"I thought your home would be more..."

"A more destructive environment? Nah, I'm more of a cooped up snail," he told me as he helped me into the kitchen. I sat on a stool and stared at him.

"So, you are a nerd in here?" "Uh... no, not even close to what I said. Let's just say that this place is my safe, cozy, humble home. It is parent-free, pest-free, and negativity-free," he said with a smile, taking out the pots.

"Ooh... So, why bring me here?"

"I'm cooking you dinner."

Wait, is this some kind of date? Slick motherfucker.

"What are you gonna make?" I asked curiously.

"Ramen," I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me by saying, "and I'm not being racist. I just thought ramen would be better than pizza for a guy that just received multiple blows on his body."

I narrowed my eyes at him and sigh, watching him combine the ingredients while the water began to boil.

After waiting for what seemed like hours, the amazing smell of noodles flowed into my nostrils, getting my mouth to start watering. "And done!" I look up from my nap and see three bowls of ramen right in front of me. "Why three?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes exhausted.

"One's for my sister," he told me as he handed me some metal chopsticks.

"Wow, that's nice of you to do." He nodded as he grabbed his own chopsticks and grabbed a slice of ham with it-giving it a slow blow to cool it down.

"She should be arriving any minute now." He said as he stared up at the clock. And he was right.

The door slammed open seeing a frightening banshee stepping in the kitchen and dropping her work bag on the floor. She sat down next to him without saying a word. "Hey, sis. How was work?" Delirious asked who probably knew the answer.

"God I hate her! She treats me like shit! She was gonna make me work all the way till the night and I wasn't gonna let that happen! I've been working for thirteen hours in that place since five of the morning and I'm not gonna let her take my afternoon freedom away! I just want to eat her head off in front of her hot boyfriend and make him watc-" He cut her off by stuffing a slice of ham in her mouth and watch her expression soften and look like a little child nomming on her food.

"Don't mind her, she always arrives like that," he told me as he slurped in his noodles. I did the same, ignoring the slow steady slurps his sister was making. She sure is taking her time.

"So, Jonny, is this your new friend?" She asked him, looking much calmer. "Soon to be boyfriend," he smirked down at me and giving me a wink, but I instantly stuffed a slice of boiled egg in his mouth, hearing him gag.

His sister ignored him and looked up at me. "Hi, I'm Samantha, his sister! And I believe you're our next-door neighbor," she introduced herself to me with a small adorable smile.

God, she needs protecting! Bless her pure soul!!

"Yep, I'm Evan, Evan Fong."

We both shook hands, ignoring a choking Delirious on the floor trying to cough out the egg.