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Cyrus Makoa

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[attr="class","johnny-lyric2"]I'll bury myself in my bed

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Drama theatre was an unexpected enjoyment for Johnny. Despite his mother's close intertwining with the world of theatre and acting, Johnny fancied acting. The costumes were oddly enjoyable alongside the roles tossed at him by the drama teacher. Then the occasional permission to smack his fellow students with props was an added edge to the fun. The gentleness required hardly mattered, merely having the opportunity brought about some unexpected fun. The unfortunate part of drama theatre was his cigarettes were required to be slid safely into his backpack pocket.

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Changing clothing meant the suspicious box could easily be located... The trouble that arrived with owning cigarettes while being under the legal smoking age needed to be avoided... Getting his smoke supplier arrested or fined meant the refusal to buy on his behalf... or demanding Johnny pay part of the fine... The blonde had a fake ID, but some cashiers cared a little too much about legal trouble to not harshly critique the ID. As the class ended, he noticed one of the students who placed his bag by his left first... Ah, Cyrus Makoa, one of the victims of his endless bullying.

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Unfortunately, Johnny had another class after drama theatre. Business studies were not going to wait for him to catch up and be an asshole. The backpack was grabbed and carried along as the blonde left the theatre. Students cleared out gradually, heading to their following class... with weirdo Cyrus heading to one of the lesser-used buildings. He shrugged, adjusting the backpack while debating if he could get a smoke in bef- His hand shifted quickly, a slight panic on Johnny's face as he realized his thirty dollar box of cigarettes was missing. A growl escaped his lips as his eyes gazed up.

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Hurrying toward the academic buildings was another kid from his class... Thank god... because there was a suspicion brewing in his head!

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"Hey, kid! Tell the teach I'll be late! I think my textbook fell out and it has my homework in it," Johnny called out.

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The kid jolted, spine straight as he turned and nodded hastily before scurrying off... The backpack was shifted onto his shoulder as the blonde stomped toward where he saw that smartmouthed motherf*cker run off to! Before leaving the drama theatre, Cyrus had been grabbing his bag that sat beside his! Underbreath, Johnny grumbled to himself as he quietly entered one of the lesser-used educational buildings. Gradual steps were taken as Johnny brainstormed... Where would that little freak have scurried off to? The pause of thought took hardly a moment before the blonde thought of something.

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The f*cking bathroom! There were plenty of troublesome teens who snuck in there during breaks to smoke, especially during the winter. Footsteps grew fast, Johnny slamming open the door and stomping in.

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"Cyrus?" He called out, opening stall by stall as he searched for the annoying f*cker. "I know you stole them! Where the hell are you?!"

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Admittedly, Johnny was only guessing where the hell the dark-haired freak scuttled off to... Bright side? If he failed to find Cyrus before he needed to hustle off to Business Studies, he knew where that f*cker's dorm was... and it was beside his. Either way, Johnny needed to be to avoid excessive tardiness... Even with a solid excuse, missing a large chunk of the class would not be great.

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Cyrus Makoa

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[attr="class","johnny-lyric2"]I'll bury myself in my bed

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The stall doors clattered open as Johnny gradually moved down the aisle, smelling the scent of cigarettes... this bastard! Pricey cigarettes were nothing to f*ck around with. The blonde needed to show the colourful idiot not to steal HIS cigarettes. If Cyrus stole anybody else's, Johnny would not give a f*ck! Instead, Mr Idiotic decided to snatch HIS package was it a clever idea to save some bucks?! Another door was slammed shut with an annoyed growl. Two were down and there were no immediate signs of this cowardly son-of-a-b*tch! Then... he heard the flush...

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The purple eyes of the bully veered toward the back of the bathroom, narrowing sharply. From the stall, the idiotic coward waltzed out, an opinion spoken through his lips... A ridiculous cover for the smoke-snatching crime the motherf*cker committed. Fists balled up, nails digging into palms as Johnny glared at him. Was there proof Cyrus stole the cigarettes? F*ck no! However, there were no other potential culprits in Johnny's mind. The dark-haired idiot had left the theatre before him and parked his bag next to his!

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"Cut the f*cking act, you know what you did," Johnny snapped, crossing his arms and stepping back. "Fork them over and I won't f*ck you up!"

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The exits were behind him. Unless Cyrus felt confident scrambling out a window before he could cross the bathroom, he doubted they would be used. The squeeze would be tight, furthermore, Johnny was a baseball player. The junior was a fast runner, however, being caught up? Johnny was confident he could full sprint across the bathroom and snag the dumbass's ankle before he escaped. An annoyed growl rose from the blonde's throat as he stared at the nuisance of his life. There was a knocking thought banging around Johnny's head... A brief memory to Caleb's sweet face popping in...

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NOPE! It was better he continued, presumably, dating this dark-haired, multicoloured, smart-mouthed idiot! The embrace could easily be meaningless, but admittedly, Johnny was hoping temptations were stripped by Caleb being taken.

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"Don't make your stupid implications! We both know why I'm here, you gay f*cker," Johnny snapped out once again. "Now, slide over the box and I'll let you go!"

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There was a chance Cyrus would be a smartass about it... The dark-haired idiot had quite the mouth and attitude! It was what made the junior so goddamn obnoxious to deal with! The blonde began tapping his foot, growing impatient despite throwing the offer over mere seconds before. He needed those cigarettes before he headed over the business studies!

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Cyrus Makoa

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[attr="class","johnny-lyric2"]I'll bury myself in my bed

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Narrowed purple eyes observed Cyrus, assessing what this crazy motherf*cker was planning. Throughout the years of tormenting this colourful idiot, Johnny knew he was clever and a great sprinter. The only benefit Johnny had was knowing where this idiot's dorm was... but Caleb was his roommate... Waltzing up and knocking on cute motherf*cker's door regardless of his relationship status meant that adorable face with large, innocent blue eyes staring at him... Preferably, he wanted to avoid threatening Cyrus directly in front of Caleb. The cute motherf*cker had an unexpected power over him that Johnny hated.

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The ridiculous diatribe about recently leaving the theatre affecting actions narrowed Johnny's eyes. Was this idiot serious? Was this an excuse for stealing the cigarettes or for him noticing their absence in his backpack?

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"Then method act someone who gives back what they took maybe if you are so into that! Is that what you would tell police if you were being a little thief?" Johnny snapped back with a growl.

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Clapped hands brought bright purple eyes locked onto Cyrus. Suspicion settled over Johnny's expression as he crossed his arms and watched him closely. Narrowed eyes were fixated on the idiot as Cyrus began showing his smartass side. The correction prompted an eye roll and shake of the head. The difference hardly mattered to Johnny and he knew the difference after suffering through his attraction to men. There were two options with Cyrus' smartass comments, he either had an escape plan OR was trying to goad him into leaving the exits... The first was correct as Cyrus slipped back into the stall and the lock latched closed.

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The instant Cyrus slipped into the stall, Johnny was sprinting. A $30 pack of cigarettes was worth it given outside jobs often fired him because of his mother's incessant bothering. She would make endless accusations to the boss until they burnt out and decided firing him was easier than keeping him... How hard he worked did not matter. Therefore, tutoring was his only method of monetary gain and a limited one at that. The idiot declared his escape, throwing his bag out the window... Oh, this motherf*cker! Dirty, disgusting bathroom floors no longer mattered as Johnny slid under the stall door.

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From the floor, he launched up, hands searching for the nearest limb he could snatch. He needed to pull Cyrus back into the bathroom! If he slithered away here, Johnny was better off heading to business studies and waiting around his dorm... Or racing there and getting back to the dormitories before Caleb at least!

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Cyrus Makoa

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A determined gleam shone in bright purple eyes as Johnny’s hand shot up and found purchase. He would not allow this rainbow snake to slither out the window without a fight! There were no doubts in the blonde’s mind that Cyrus was a slippery b*stard! Within seconds the dark-haired man could sprint and scurry up a tree with cat-like agility! The senior’s fingers curled around the fabric as he harshly yanked Cyrus away from his improvised escape. The clever f*ck was unceremoniously pulled away from the window in the scramble. Feet shuffled and the bathroom stall door clattered thunderously against the lock as Cyrus’ weight barrelled into it.

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Hastily, the blonde bounced to his feet, hands on the floor and legs nimbly bouncing onto feet. The clack of the opening lock prompted a low, exasperated growl as purple eyes watched Cyrus bolt out the door! Johnny’s feet began moving without hesitation, chasing after the colourful cigarette thief! There were more clever methods to handle the cat-like Cyrus, but Johnny was aggravated with him! As he followed, the stall door was pushed sideways, a booming clatter deafeningly echoing through the boy’s washroom. Against the rolled floor, Johnny’s footsteps pounded, the upperclassman following the junior similarly to the dead sprint to home plate.

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As they neared the front door, two hands struck out, hoping to catch the speedy f*ck before he slipped through the threshold. One hand reached for clothing to pull him back, meanwhile, the other attempted to slam the bathroom door closed. He hardly cared if the obnoxious thief got slammed by the heavy door! Arguably, he deserved it for his idiotic little crime. Furthermore, if Cyrus managed to hurry outside, Johnny could kiss the 30-dollar pack goodbye… or at least a majority of the sticks! He knew exactly where Cyrus’ dorm was, but there were some obnoxious obstacles to it.

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Cyrus Makoa

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Catching Cyrus was not an easily accomplishable task. After years of bullying this smart-mouthed punk, Johnny was aware of how slippery the rainbow-coloured eel-boy was! Within seconds, he could slip away if the blonde failed to keep up. The black-haired junior narrowly managed his way out the door... The actions conducted by the blonde created an unexpected Plan B rather than trap Cyrus in the bathroom. The colourful freak's jacket was caught in the bathroom door from the pull and door-closing combo. Immediately, Johnny's brain churned and he twisted the bathroom door lock before full-sprinting to the second exit.

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The baseball player effectively slid as he bounded out the door, turning to face the slippery eel as he shifted in his jacket... The blonde hurried as Cyrus worked toward breaking free from the jacket. The baseball player dead sprinted down the hallway, caring naught for the ruckus he made... and as Cyrus turned to run, Johnny leaped forward. A hand struck out, reaching to grab the shirt. The action was part grab, part tackle. Nothing mattered if they both ended up on the floor. He would avoid roughing up Cyrus in a public hallway... unless he refused to give him the 30-dollar cigarette pack.

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"Give them back, Cyrus," he growled out, narrowly avoiding making his voice louder.

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The focus was getting back his hard-earned nicotine sticks and showing Cyrus why stealing his shit was a bad f*cking idea! Less he hustled another pack off him!

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Cyrus Makoa

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Together, they tumbled down to the floor. Hard, slick tiles were unmet as the body beneath Johnny cushioned his fall; a benefit of tackling. The blonde was determined to maintain his grip on the little freak! This obnoxious asshole thieved his pack of cigarettes and Johnny was determined to retrieve his stolen property. The kicking with the exclaim prompted narrowing eyes. Was this f*cker serious? There was no way he was letting go! Rather, he tightened his grip until the rainbow eel eased a little.
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The hold shifted as Cyrus shouted about sharing... This idiotic motherf*cker thought he would share a 30-dollar cigarette pack?! A growl escaped Johnny's throat, low and brimming his anger. The purple-eyed senior grabbed the shorter man's collar, eyes narrowed in a glare.
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"Doesn't sharing involve asking?!" He hissed out. "No way am I sharing something that expensive with you! You're lucky I haven't pounded your face into the tile. So fork them over, dumbass."
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The end of the sentence lowered, a near-whisper of a growling haste of words. The blonde attempted to remain in control of the situation. The longer he stayed in this position, the harder it would be for Cyrus to snake his way out of this.

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Cyrus Makoa

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The clicking of drumming fingers made Johnny's eyes narrow further as he watched this rainbow motherf*cker not give him his cigarettes! A growl rumbled from the blonde's throat. He needed to grab his smokes and ditch this asshole before heading off to business studies! The fact he was being patient was f*cking generous. Already, he managed to catch the slippery rainbow eel and now he was playing hard-to-return?! The f*ckery was unbelievable in this instant... As the blonde glared down at Cyrus, he appeared to not give a flying f*ck about his well-being and instead decided to be a b*tch.

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Tonally, Cyrus spoke nonchalantly, every word being obnoxiously spoken only narrowing Johnny's eyes further. The rambling made the blonde's expression shift from a mingling of being unimpressed and downright pissed! Was this asshole serious?! As Cyrus finished the words, the senior stared down in unimpressed silence... Until he lifted him a little from the collar and slammed the dark-haired idiot down against the tiled floor! Something that would not hurt his f*cking money maker, but maybe persuade the idiot into returning his cigarettes. Afterwards, he stared at the rainbow-coloured dumbass.

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"There, no pain to your f*cking money maker, and besides. If you have the goddamn money maker, why the f*ck do you need my pack?!" He growled out quietly. "You can tell me about how I'm not the sharing type, forgiveness f*ckery that and permission bullshit this... but, here's the problem dumbass. I. Want. My. Pack. Back. Now fork it the f*ck over, or maybe the money-maker will be next. Or I could give you a concussion and you can have fun with that."

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The cigarettes were what Johnny wanted. Not any feel-good thoughts about sharing the cancer sticks could prompt him to fork any of the 30-dollar packs over without a fight... Especially to Cyrus f*ckface Makoa of all people. The dumbass hardly deserved the pack of Players he managed to persuade someone to purchase for him.