"Well turn it the fuck off!!" Whatever that negation field was, it hadn't effected Mao's lungs. The whole bloody mess had attracted a crowd, and anyone who hadn't seen what happened originally, was attracted to the Asian boy's caterwauling.
Mao had no choice but to stand when Rolan lifted him. He was grateful to be on his feet again, but he sure wasn't going to let the other boy know. "The Hell it wasn't for me! I heard you and your asshole friends laughing about me after that party. Sorry if being seen with me is damaging to your fucking status, but you're the one who started it!" He pulled away from Rolan's hold, staggered some more, and was left needing to hold onto the lockers until he settled and regained his balance. He felt like a baby just learning how to drag it's sorry ass around on the carpet.
A teacher finally pushed their way through the crowd, his presence causing kids to slink away to their classes while he stood with his arms crossed. "What exactly is going on here, boys?"
Mao wasted no time, he jerked an accusing finger at Rolan and burst out with, "He used his powers on me!" Just like a playground tattletale.