[[OOC: Sorry for the wait, guys. I got busy. Brief use of Security Guard Howie approved by Sotf Staff.]]
Kyran tensed up, ready for whatever Adonis's next move was. That is, until he heard a mix between a scream and a whelp. His attention shifted to the side as he saw Rachael fall onto the floor and struggle to crawl and get up, due to the mess of the food fight currently going on.
Without warning, Kyran felt the fist crash into the side of his lower jaw, sending his bottom lip colliding against his own teeth. The blow to the face sent Kyran reeling back sideways and in reverse, till he was facing what was earlier behind him. He had almost tilted over and fell at the force, but stood ground and kept balance on his two feet. Kyran could feel the initial thump, then the prolonged sting as a bit of warmth dripped from his mouth. Kyran flicked his tongue over the cut his teeth had left on his lips, confirming the copper taste of blood.
Adonis began to laugh behind him, as Kyran straightened himself up to look at Gray again, with a face that could easily telegraph what he was thinking about doing next. Kyran cracked his neck muscles to both sides and then turned to face Adonis. The boy looked back at him, satisfied at his own actions and began to taunt. The good thing about having an athletic director as a dad was that Kyran was able to unleash his frustration into the punching bags he'd bring home. Today, Kyran wanted nothing more than to unleash that same frustration onto Adonis right now. He lifted the backward placement of his cap from his head and threw it down to the floor.
A feigned strike to the face, a punch to the gut, a tackle to the ground and then an MMA style beat down. That's what Alba deserved.
But it didn't happen.
Kyran felt both of his arms being held back by two separate sets of arms, stopping him from charging at Alba, before he could even move one step. He could feel himself being pulled away from Adonis by two of Aurora high's faculty, whom he happened to be quite cool with. One was Howie, the chill security guard and the other was Mr. Davidge, the JV coach, who along with Mrs. Liddell was one of his favorite teachers, due to their friendliness and the subject they taught.
"Howie: He punched my lip! You know he deserves something back, right? Mr. D? Come on man, let me go! I didn't even do anything wrong. Right, Gray?"
He struggled with his shoulders under them, but the two men held on tightly, until Kyran finally gave up on his efforts. He felt powerless as he glared quietly at his jackass ex-teammate, whilst flicking his tongue over his bleeding lip. Kyran kept his eyes locked onto Alba, until Alba got the message. He was not going to be intimidated by him.
Once he was relaxed enough, the two carefully let go and sat him down on a bench in the halls outside of the cafeteria. Mr. Davidge stayed behind and spoke to him in a commanding, yet understanding voice.
"Calm down, Dean. You're a good kid. Don't make this worse for yourself. Guys like Alba will learn their lesson someday."
The big man made some form of a smile under that huge beard of his when he saw Kyran nod his head in response.
"Alright, good. We should get that lip of yours checked at the nurses office."
[[Kyran Dean Continued to: Think Before You Act