I had fallen asleep sharing a bed with Rio. A small, twin sized bed with barely any room. When I woke up I was sandwiched between two bodies. Face shoved between Ryland's pecs and butt cradled by Rio's morning wood. If you thought this situation was hot, I had another detail for you. My hair.
The most sensitive part of anyone - male or female - with working pain receptors, is their hair. The feeling of numerous strands tugging gently at my scalp, begging to be freed from under Rio's oppressive arm was enough to send a grown man to tears. Every twitch he made caused the hair to tug against my scalp and push me higher into his arms.
Summoning a battle cry I sent an elbow straight to my kidnapper's gut.
"YAHHH! FUCK!" Rio screamed, successfully waking up bane of my existence number two.
The next events happened very quickly. So quickly that my sleepy brain only acknowledged the fact I was being choked until the body on top of me was pushed off.
"Rylie, that's enough. He hasn't even been inaugurated into the school yet. Let's get him signed into the cafeteria and then you can fight him."
Questions rushed through my head as I woke up and assessed the danger I had been in.
"What the fuck is your problem man! If you want me to fucking beat your ass meet me outside motherfucker!"
Ryland was growling like an animal. I wouldn't be surprised if he was one. Groaning, I stood up and stretched at the side of the bed. I had been used to changing in front of other people, so I didn't think twice before stripping free of my clothes and changing into the uniform. My uniform was a white and loose muscle shirt with equally stretchy sweatpants. No pockets and nothing protecting you from the cold.
Unlike the grey outfit I was given before, this one was a lot softer and stretchier. I turned around and saw Rio wearing a dark blue replica and Ryland wearing one that was red.
"What's up with the colors?" I pointed towards them.
"Oh yeah! Let me tell you about Cheshire. Firstly, what happens in Cheshire stays in Cheshire. That means that calling someone by their real name is considered a massive insult. You can call us by our names since we're close, but if not I'm Reed and that's Rocky. I technically have my own room, but I prefer it here. And then there's the Cafeteria. It's technically a code for the underground fighting ring that happens on campus. For the three weeks that we don't have classes most kids compete to earn different color uniforms based on rank. When the three weeks end those with a higher ranking are allowed rights to attack anyone with a lower rank then them."
I groaned in annoyance. Of course a school for delinquents would have such shit management. Instead of preventing fighting, it was encouraged and allowed. If I wasn't Nico Vought I would've checked out of the school. Luckily I was such a legend.
"Your uniform is white, the lowest rank. While you have a white uniform you are protected by security, but your also a pet to the other students. Your job would be to cater to the other students and give them whatever they need. Lick the toilet bowl clean? White uniform. Bring food to the table? White uniform. Bend over and satisfy you? White uniform. The only perk is you can't be physically injured."
I stared at my clothing in disgust. I needed to join this Cafeteria shit fast.
"Then there's the yellow uniform. If you fight one battle and win you are no longer a whitey, and can't be forced to do anything. The problem is nobody is there to protect you. If you get beaten up Security will turn a blind eye. Win two battles in a row and you become an orange. Same perks, just you get to fight yellows."
Rio-no Reed. Well fuck it. Rio pointed to a chart on the wall.
"To gain a color you must earn that many wins in a row. Any losses and you get demoted to white. Rylie has a streak of 6, he used to be purple but he lost to our new Black and started again. I only have a streak of 4, but that's more than most people. Rylie also fights any pink that tries to mess with me."
I thought this over. Losing a match means turning into a pet, but winning one means I grow higher on the food chain.
I bit my lips harshly. My legs tapped with anticipation. I had never been more excited in my life. Risking the stakes in this chaos was exactly what I needed.
"Take me to the cafeteria."