Driven To Insanity

"Why does Tony have to do things like that!?" Pauline asked, clearly exasperated. "I hate having to deal with his crap!"

"Aww, come on! He's just having fun!" Kevin replied, laughing weakly.

"Fun? You think that's fun!?" Pauline asked, putting her head in her hands.

"Well... I dunno, but I think his dad dropped him on his head when he was a baby, or somethin'." Kevin said weakly.

At that, Pauline burst out laughing hysterically, and Kevin just had to join her.

Kevin stopped short and Pauline followed his gaze to the door.

"Oooooh, no... Why is he here?" Pauline asked, looking at the man known as Orson Conway, who had just walked through the restaurant door.. Orson was in tenth grade with Pauline the year before, but was three years older than her. The reason for that was that he failed grade ten three times. Neither Pauline or Kevin liked him. He was a bully.

"C'mon. Let's leave quickly, before he notices us." As Kevin moved to leave, Orson slowly made his way to the table. Kevin stood up, turned around and walked into what felt like a brick wall, but what happened to be, none other than Orson Conway.

"You tryin' to leave before I notice, eh, Kevin O'Shea?" He said, mockingly.

"You don't wanna mess with me. Seeing your ugly mug has put me in a bad mood, Ourson." Kevin responded. Ourson is the french word for a baby bear. Kevin O'Shea had spent three years in Paris before he transfered to the school he was in, now.

"You wanna take this outside, little man?" Orson said, bracing for a fight.

"Oh, yeah. I sure as hell do wanna fight... Ourson." Kevin said, in his french accent.

The End

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