The rest of the class is now slowly tuning in to watch the fight. Majority of them were interested in watching the fight for the sake of entertainment, while the other seemed worried, ready to step in the moment it gets more serious.
If Slobodan wasn't part of it, he would just stare through the window, trying not to care that much.
But since he is involved, he was looking for a way to end this as quickly as possible. For now he couldn't do much, other than to see how it will play out.
The guy, still keeping his act, said to her:
"That was just a joke, he knows that we are doing this for fun. isn't that right Slobodan? "
Slobodan was now getting angry. He has a good control of it, but he is still disgusted by their behavior.
He hates these people. Eveyone was so boring and uniteresting. He hates how the guy who asked him that, thinks he is so funny right now, as if his performance isn't blatantly transparent. He hated how every single one of his classmates didn't have anything better to do in their life, so they are watching them, like its some theatre play. He hates how tommorow he will have to listen to the story about the fight.
But he can live with that. He learned how to live with these people. And it's not like hates every single human in the world, he just finds ceartain people annoying.
But, he couldn't let go of one thing.
As he was about to answer, Pravda interrupted him:
"You definition of fun seems a bit rough to me. I have no idea if that is the guys definition of fun, but to me, it seems that two of you aren't that close.
The guy keeping his charismatic act said:
"No, no, we are friends. We are so close, he is like a brother to me. Look, for my rude behavior, I will go and apologize to him, ok? "
Pravda, composed still and, without changing her voice said:
"You should do that, yeah. "
The guy came up to Slobodan and asked in a fake apologetic voice:
" Sorry for that mean. You know I don't hate you or anything, and that you are like a brother to me, you know that?"
Slobodan, as annoyed he was, just wanted to finish with this, so he said in soft voice:
"Oh, of course, it's all cool. "
Slobodan is slowly starting to get relaxed. Even though he wanted to punch the guy. He was just glad this is getting done.
The guy, now slowly going to his desk, walked beside Pravda and asked her:
"There, you see, we are all good?"
Pravda said in an even voice:
" Yeah, I see that. "
It's over, thank God.
As soon as Slobodan thought that, Pravda put her leg in front of him, making the guy fall in front of her.
Damn.
The atmosphere slowly changed with that fall. Some of them were now expecting a fight, while some were going toward the guy to help him.
Pravda didn't move a centimeter. She seemed indifferent and unbothered by the fact that she maybe caused someone an injury. Standing above him, she added in a snarky tone:
"Watch where you are going, you can trip and fall easily if you are not careful. "
He didn't have anything to say to that. His expression was at first angry, but after couple of seconds, it changed because he knows that he shouldn't mess with her.
Slobodan is kinda enjoying this. He really wanted his peace, but seeing this scumbag on the floor really gives him some sort of satisfaction. Hell, he even wants to kick the guy.
But, as Slobodan said, he hated one thing more than boring people.
And that's hypocrites.
He hated them since he was little. He has a lot to say about them. But right now, he hated the fact that somebody thought that he needed help. That he needed to be pittied.
If he was in middle school, he would felt thouched by her, probably would even see her as a goddess. He would perhaps, say couple of things to the guy in the heat of the moment.
But now, he learned his lessons about people and that he shouldn't trust them easily.
So he got an idea. An idea how to solve this in his own way.
Before anybody could reach the guy on the floor, Slobodan quickly picked the pencil that was thrown at him earlier, and went to the guy on the floor. He offered him his help, and gave him his pencil back.
The guy looked at him with confused look. Slobodan is aware that him doing this, dosen't mean that they will be friends or anything, nor that he wanted them to be.
The guy didn't want to be friends with some loser like Slobodan. Which was fine by him, he wouldn't dream of being friends with anybody that boring.
He had one reason.
He just wanted to spite Pravda.
Looking back at her, she seemed still, but her eyes were distressed and hurt, like she just got betrayed.