Ryan casually walked out of the campus due to the early release, whistling a merry tune as he tossed an apple up and down in his hand. Some jocks were hiding behind the wall he was about to pass and walked in front of them, arms crossed, chins jutting forward, and a cocky grin for each and every one of them. The tallest one [Not Henry (unless you guys want it to be Henry?)] smirked as he approached the bored Ryan. "That's a nice apple you got there, kid. Surely you won't mind if we take it from you." Ryan shrugged and held it out. "Go ahead." The jocks laughed snarkily. "Now that's a good boy; makes our job much easier," The leader drawled as he reached for the apple, attempting to snatch it away. However, Ryan gave it a small toss as it leaped just out of reach of the jock's open hand. The leader's eyes widened, then slowly deteriorated into a mean scowl. "You, my friend, just made a big mistake. Get 'im, boys!" Ryan grinned as the jocks stormed him, aiming punches and kicks at his face and stomach. He easily weaved in and out, avoiding the attacks with ease. Ryan held a hand to his mouth in mock surprise as he dodged. "Oh my, what is this? This is turning out to be quite a problem for you all." The jocks' faces turned red as they all lunged toward them, punching and kicking, hoping to hit him at least once. Ryan slowly started to make his way forward, still continuing to dodge every attack the jocks threw at him as some of the jabs occasionally hit their own comrades. "Excuse me. Coming through. Ooh, your friend just took one to the face! That's gonna be hard to deal with. 'Scuse me. Sorry. Beep-beep. Ouch, he's unconscious. What a shame." Soon, he had emerged from the mob of jocks, who were now on the floor, wincing in pain as Ryan took a bite from his apple, chewing slowly as he walked. Ryan hadn't hit a single on of them once, but he had dealt them all a huge blow.... on their dignity.
