The cafeteria was a cafeteria. I don't know what I was expecting, an underground arena maybe? But no, it was a normal school cafeteria with the motivational posters covered in penises and tables with chairs attached pushed around to form a square box in the center.
There was a bulletin board covered in pictures of different students and their rankings. I noticed my face at the bottom under the label "cock suckers".
One twitch, two twitch.
I am going to fucking kill all these bastards. Rio and Ryland were there too. Neither of them had any shitty titles or graffiti. Damn bastards.
Everybody else were just shitty side characters. Their rankings didn't matter.
What did catch my eye was a single picture, or rather a black screen. The words 'Ghost' had been written with white crayon and someone had taken the liberty to make a shrine about the mysterious character.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning my head I saw another dumbfuck.
"Be a dear and suck my dick, whitey."
"OH YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH! GET OVER HERE AND I'LL RIP YOU ANOTHER HOLE TO SHIT OUT OF YOU RAT ASS!"
Words. So many words and not enough to explain the utter fury I felt that one moment. Alien hands ripped from my control and grabbed the offending leech by the throat and squeezed. Squeezed so damn hard I felt my fingertips meet around his neck. Squeezed so hard that I felt the offending appendage turn blue under my hands. So hard I didn't notice the shuddering moan he gave out as he came all over himself.
Wait. What the fuck.
He was panting, black uniform hanging off his body.
Wait... uniform color was important, wasn't it?
Three tasers met different parts of my body and I felt myself give a giant jerk before collapsing.
"Someone take Ghost to the infirmary and lock the whitey in the isolation chambers."
"W..wait. I wan..I want him to fight in the cafeteria tomo-"
Hmm, he's coughing. That's good...means he'll bruise in the morning.
Those were my last thoughts before I passed out.
Next thing I remembered I was sleeping in my bed- or maybe it was Rylands, with both boys draped over my chest.
"Get the fuck off of me."
Rio lit up like a thousand fireworks shot off under a granny's face.
"Whitey's awake!" He cried, startling Ryland up as well.
His infectious cheer made me want to slit his thr-
"What did you call me?" I hissed.
"Your name. You are Whitey now. That's your Cheshire name."
"W-Wait, can't I pick my own?" No, no, no...
Rio laughed, "this is the name you picked! We asked you right before you knocked out and you said Whitey!"
"You also said cock sucker but we intervened and named you Whitey."
Cock sucker or Whitey? Obviously the latter was a better pick but... couldn't I pick something a bit better? I'm not even fucking white!
The boy who I choked though? Remembering our previous interactions sent a shiver down my spine, and not the good kind. The kind that made you want to bend them over your knee and-
Cheese. Cheese? Cheese.
Now Ghost was white. White hair, white skin, red eyes. Boy was albino if I knew anything about that. Which I didn't-but he was still pale as fuck. I was on the tanner side with my.. nope. Unwanted thoughts. Simply unwanted thoughts.
Half Egyptian and half Korean. I was a mixed baby.
So Whitey didn't make sense. Neither did cock sucker since I wasn't a fucking f*****. I liked boobs and ass, unlike that bastard of a man, and nothing else.
Rio and Ryland were talking. I couldn't hear what they were saying, something about how I was unfit to fight and how I was too weak.
"Hell to the fucking no. Who the fuck am I winning against? I am not a prissy loser who wants to hide behind the cock sucker title all day. And dammit Rio, what happened to the guards protecting white uniforms? Tasers aren't protection, you dumb fuck."
"Shh, it's alright Rylie. Yeah, my bad. I should've told you since Ghost is a level above all of us, he gets special priority. Protection from others outside of the cafeteria, gets to waive the rules, sleeps in a better room than all this.. the usual perks reserved for the rich kids. Like Maurice!"
"Oh god, not Maurice."
"Shut up, we liked Maurice."
Maurice aside, I felt my blood boiling. That tiny little bastard was the black uniform? That was it? And nobody was able to take him down?
I felt a twinge of respect. Tiny fuckers have game too.
"Okay, okay. So Ghost is scheduling a match for you to become an orange. You'll be fighting Tarzan, a previous red uniform who lost and just became an orange."
"Great, I got the whiney turd's ass. When is this?"