Devil’s Enthronement

🌸 THE DEVIL’S ENTHRONEMENT: The Awakening of the Six🌸

The first sign that something was wrong was the blood. The little ‘drip drip’ from the cut on Lawrence’s lips.

Kiara noticed it just as she stepped into the hallway, earphones plugged in her ears. Her brows furrowed immediately, she pulled off the earphones as the crowd began forming around Lawrence and the dark haired boy standing before him with his hands in a tight fist.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The crowd erupted, the circle around the boys growing.

“Excuse me.” Her feet started moving to the crowd immediately. There could be only one explanation to the fight happening that early in the morning. “Move!” She shoved harder, one hand still wrapped around her phone.

Lawrence stood at the center of the crowd when she burst through the crowd, his fists clenched and his shirt untucked. Opposite him was Dylan, staring at him with the kind of smile that usually meant trouble.

Kiara searched the crowd and her eyes found her friend. She rushed up to her immediately.

“What happened?” Kiara asked as she fitted her phone and earphones into her bag.

“What else do you think happened? That idiot shit bag, Dylan, happened.”

Kiara turned her eyes to Dylan, anger visibly written all over her face. “Where is Ashley?” She asked with gritted teeth.

Ashley was the only sensible reason why Lawrence would ever decide to humor Dylan.

Imogen pointed to a corner. “She is over there.”

Kiara dropped to her knees immediately as she approached her friend and found Ashley drenched and dripping wet.

“Ash,” Kiara called softly. Ashley raised her tear streaked face with her swollen red eyes from where she had them buried between her legs. “That punk did this to you?”

Ashley sniffled. “Forget it. I just need to take these things off and get fresh clothes.”

“Yeah,” Kiara’s jaw tightened. “I will get you that.”

Quickly, she jerked up from where she knelt, shoving her bag from her shoulder and walked up to Dylan.

“You!” She gave Dylan a hard shove that had him staggering backwards.

Loud gasps broke out from the crowd. There was an unwritten rule in Riskwood High; Nobody touches Dylan Prescott.

“Kiara!”

“Kie!” Imogen and Lawrence called in unison. “Don’t fight him, Kie, he’s not worth it.” Lawrence added.

“When would you learn that the world does not revolve around your stupid self?” She tried to shove him again but Dylan captured her wrist immediately and held it in a tight hold.

“Let go of her now, Prescott. If you want to fight, fight someone your size.”

“Or what, Kang?” Dylan replied, the smirk still on his face. His eyes never leaving Kiara. “She chose to fight me so why don’t I teach her a lesson.”

Lawrence grabbed Kiara immediately. He tried to pull her away from Dylan but his grip on her was tight. “I’m warning you now, Prescott, let go of her!”

Lawrence tried to pull Kiara again. Dylan let go of her immediately causing Lawrence and Kiara to stagger backwards.

Lawrence grabbed Kiara quickly and held her from falling. Just as he was trying to get his footing, Dylan rushed to him.

Lawrence raised his arms just in time to block the first blow but Dylan lunged forward again, forcing Lawrence backwards.

Their shoes slid across the tiled floor as they grappled against the lockers.

“Lawrence, stop it! Please.” Kiara called from the side but both boys were already deafened by their anger.

Dylan broke free first and swung. His fist connected with Lawrence’s jaw.

The crowd gasped as the crack of the impact resounded through the hallway. The long dragged tension between the two boys had finally come to an end.

After two years, it would be forever recorded that Dylan Prescott threw the first punch.

Ashley jerked up from where she was seated and rushed over to Lawrence. “Law, please just let it go. Please don’t fight back.”

Lawrence's jaw was set tight as he glared down at Dylan. “Ash, this right here has gone beyond you.” He said without taking his eyes off Dylan.

Kiara, from where she was, barreled through the two boys and pushed Dylan away. She stood between the boys. Ashley took the opportunity immediately and pulled Lawrence from the scene.

“You are a pathetic piece of shit! Don’t you ever think? Why would you raise a hand on him? Do you think violence ever solves-” She tried shoving him again.

“Kiara Hunter and Dylan Prescott, to my office now!” The Vice Principal, Ms. Russo’s voice rang out through the hallway.

Feet shuffled against the floor as the crowd started dispersing immediately. The Vice Principal stepped up to Dylan and Kiara, another student behind her.

Kiara looked past Ms. Russo and glared at the student. “Really, Lily?”

“Lily Sterling did the right thing. What were you thinking fighting in school, it’s not even 10am and you are already fighting. With Dylan Prescott. I may have expected this from Dylan but not you, Kiara. I am totally disappointed in you.”

Tears welled up in Kiara’s eyes. She never meant to fight, the last thing she wanted was for her disappointing anyone. Especially not this close to graduation.

Dylan turned his face away and watched as other students clattered to their classes.

“I wasn’t fighting, I-”

“I saw you shoving him,” Ms. Russo cut her off again. “I don’t care what you were tying to do but I saw you shoving him.”

“But Dylan started it. He picked on-” Imogen stepped up.

“Do you want to join them, Imogen?” Imogen quickly shook her head.

Kiara scanned the few students still gathered around them.

Ashley and Lawrence were in a corner away from Ms. Russo’s eyes but still close enough to see what was going on. Lily was still behind the Vice Principal and Imogen just in front of Ms. Russo.

Imogen took a step back. The entrance door slapped close as a student stepped in. He had a basketball under his arm as he brisked into the hallway.

He slowly paused in his tracks as he noticed the eyes on him.

“Zachery Thompson,” the irritation in Ms. Russo’s voice was clear. “Are you just coming to school thirty minutes into the first period.”

Zach lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. I’ll accept whatever punishment you give me.” He clenched his jaw and swallowed thickly.

“‘God’s sake these children.” She huffed. “Kiara and Dylan, detention after class. This will be your last warning, LeBron James, any other lateness will be severely punished.

“Find your ways to your classes now, all of you before I change my mind.”

The students turned in their heels sharply and rushed to their classes.

“Detention after classes today, Kiara! Detention!” She called after them. “I hate this school.” Ms. Russo muttered under her breath.