I'm Not a Delinquent (Amos)

Phen squinted at Amos, his face scrunched into an irritated scowl. "You coulda just moved," he huffed, not knowing a better comeback. He knew that it had been his fault for bumping into the guy, but he wasn't about to admit it.

The trail of sparks moved off into the distance, leaving Phoenix behind, and he watched it as it disappeared before turning his attention back to the doofus in front of him.

He didn't know much about Amos, other than the fact that he and that tiny tree-hugging bitch were practically inseparable when they had been at Hammel, and that he had something to do with that school paper than no one read. In other words, he was someone Phen never would have interacted with except for an occasion like this.

Speaking of the paper. "You mean that shit is still bein' made?" he snorted, shaking his head. He had never even picked up a copy, let alone read it. Not that he read much of anything. He did admit, he was a little surprised by what he said next; then again, he didn't really pay much attention to relationships around the school other than what he saw with his own eyes. "Coulda fooled me. I was certain you two were havin' freaky hippie sex somewhere in the woods."

He was obviously unaware that Amos was asexual as well. He wasn't exactly great at observations; he was always too busy in his own little world.

Phen was really starting to hate this guy, even though he had been the one to initiate the hostile interaction. Though at the mention of pretty colors, he was a bit thrown off by the fact that that had been exactly what he was doing. "Y-you would like th-th-that, wouldn't you?" he growled, mimicking the boy's stutter. "You an' everyone else wouldn't mind seein' me smashed t' bits on the highway."

That was something he actually did believe. He was a worthless piece of shit excuse for a human being.

He thought about leaving and letting it go as Amos turned back to his car, but then the boy retorted again and he scowled once more, his fingers curling into a tight fist. "I got better things t' do with my time than readin' that useless shit," he replied, though he really honestly didn't. Between tripping and fucking Oriel and Kam, he didn't do much else.

Once again it seemed the conversation might be over, but as Amos spoke, Phen's brows furrowed as he tried to grasp onto what Amos was saying; he was pretty sure he was making fun of him, though. "You fuckin' with me?" he hissed, grabbing onto Amos's collar and shoving him back against his car. He wasn't exactly a strong person, but Amos was just about as thin as he was. "Think I'm stupid, don't you? You're no better than the assholes that run this place. You don't know the shit I've been through, Moses, or whatever the fuck your name is." He was breathing a bit heavily now. "You wouldn't be so high an' mighty if you lived through what I have."

He was still gripping Amos's collar, wondering why he was letting himself get so worked up over this. Not for the first time in his life, he wished he had better control of his emotions.