Dash's Fury

After the debate, Dash and the others went to the cafeteria for lunch. Towards the end, Devon asked Dash why they were in this place if they didn't like the food.

"I need to go to the bathroom; you can eat my food if you want." Devon looked at Dash's untouched tray of food and wondered why he bothered taking it if he wouldn't eat it.

Dash, reading Devon's thoughts perfectly, said, "You know I take the food because if anyone finds out we're not eating, they might call our parents and talk to them about our situation at school."

"Does the school do that?" Bert, sitting nearby, asked somewhat confused.

Devon, who had stood up, said, "They call even if you're absent for a few days; you can't miss school here, or the police end up taking over."

"I experienced that with the police years ago," Dash recalled when the police came to his house because he had missed a few days without notifying them due to training. That was his first non-serious punishment from his parents.

Looking at Devon, who had left, Dash turned his head slightly and asked Bert, who was eating, "Is anyone bothering you at school?"

"Eh? No, but even if they did, I couldn't defend myself..." Bert replied while eating his jelly in a very normal manner.

The way some teenagers face their problems makes them seem much more normal than they should, which is really a bit sad to hear.

Dash, about to respond, saw a guy approaching their table with somewhat strange intentions. "What do you want?"

"I was sent to tell you that they're waiting for you in the bathrooms and if you don't go, they'll beat you up in front of everyone..." The guy, who was extremely nervous about doing this, looked at Dash's expression and relaxed upon seeing him calm.

Dash understood what was going on, so he asked, "How many of them?"

"About four..."

"Well, they can wait until the break is over; I won't fall for their silly games. I thought Brucks was smarter than this..." Dash didn't want to fight because he had promised Devon.

The guy, seeing Dash's disinterest, muttered, "They said they'll bother your girlfriend if you don't go now, that's all they told me. They're waiting for you in the bathroom."

By the time Dash had dismissed any aggressive action, he fell silent upon hearing that they intended to mess with Devon, who hadn't bothered anyone. At that moment, he stood up and walked slowly to the bathrooms.

"Wait, Dash, let's better inform a teacher about this; they would be punished..." Bert followed, trying to appease his thoughts. But now that Dash was determined to do anything, there was nothing to stop him.

Dash looked at Bert and said, "Guard the door, let me know if you see anyone coming in."

Upon reaching the bathrooms, Dash saw four guys, and Brucks was nowhere to be found, but he knew perfectly well that this was his action because there was a friend of his among the four inside.

"There are things I would do for my girlfriend, but being in a damn Debate club is being a lapdog. Damn it, I don't know what that idiot sees in Devon..."

"Hahaha, it's crazy, buddy, that guy looks good enough to waste it in a damn club."

"It really is crazy what I'm about to do..." Dash entered the bathrooms and looked at the guys who were mocking in a rude way. "I promise I won't break your bones; I'll just leave you with some bruises."

One of the big guys turned around, but at that moment, a punch landed forcefully on his nose, and as if a water tap had been opened, blood splattered eagerly.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In a street fight, the most important thing is not to get involved, but if it's inevitable, and you're also fighting at a disadvantage, the most important thing is to go first for the biggest and hit hard enough to leave him on the ground.

By the time Dash hit the first guy, the others rushed at him, but at that moment, punches started raining down on them from an unknown source.

Bert, who was outside and saw the first guy fall to the ground, got scared, ran to the women's bathrooms, and when he saw Devon, he shouted, "This is serious; Dash is in trouble."

Devon looked at Bert's pale expression and said confused, "He probably fell asleep... Am I wrong?"

"You're wrong; he's fighting in the bathrooms."

"Damn it, I told him not to fight!" Devon ran following Bert, and by the time they entered the men's bathrooms, the fight was over.

Dash, who was a bit breathless, was hitting the mouth of one of those who were talking nonsense about his relationship with Devon. At least, this would teach them a lesson about not talking about others and not getting into trouble again.

"Stop, Dash!" Devon ran and pulled Dash away from the guy with the bloody mouth. After managing to pull him away, she held his face. "You'll get expelled if you don't leave now; listen to me and let's get out of this place."

When Dash heard Devon's voice, all that fury began to fade from his body, and taking control of his decisions, he smiled a bit, seeing that those guys would surely stop bothering them from today onwards.

"Those idiots will think twice before messing with us..." Dash, who was being led out of the bathrooms, smiled as if nothing else mattered.

Upon exiting, Devon looked at Bert, who was standing at the entrance of the bathroom, and asked, "Do you know what to do?"

"I'll take care of it; get Dash out of here." Bert nodded slightly nervously, seeing all that blood, so after regaining his composure and seeing that Dash and Devon had walked far enough, he shouted, "Help, call someone!"

"They're fighting in the bathrooms, do something!"

When Bert was little, they always told him that he was incredibly good at lying, so seeing how things had turned out, he needed to help Dash, who seemed like a good guy, or else he would be expelled.

When the teachers arrived, they were immediately alarmed by the guys who could barely stand, so after seeing that there were no fatal injuries on their bodies, they took them to the infirmary.

Bert gave his version of the events, saying that those guys were fighting in the bathrooms just when he wanted to pee, so he walked away and started calling the teachers.

Many believed him because he was a kid no older than ten, so after calming things down, they would figure out what would be more convenient.

On the way, Dash held Devon's hand and asked, "Are you scared?"

"You know this doesn't scare me; I'm just covering your back, and you're a headache every time you get into trouble." Devon said, looking sternly at Dash before dragging him to the debate club.

Dash understood, but if someone messed with the people he cared about, he would never stop.