The week was over and Van was in fairly good spirits. He was looking forward to the weekend, where he planned on doing as little as possible. Just him and his DS by the lake. It had been a week since the parent teacher conference that had, for Van, been a terrible experience. Not because Van didn't have parents show up, but because Liam's parent had made a fool out of him. He was still angry over it, but had cooled off considerably.
Still, he didn't miss a chance to toss a comment at Liam when he passed him in the halls. "Daddy's boy." It was his new favorite because as far as Van could tell, Liam was going to end up exactly like his father. One giant asshole on legs.
Normally Liam didn't react much, but that didn't make Van mock him any less. In foster homes, you didn't show weakness. If you did, they would eat you alive. Van already had a built in disadvantage in that he was built with a rather petite form. He tried to more than make up for it with his fights when he got into them. So far it seemed to be working in keeping Liam from retaliating, and the were was too dumb in the head to come up with his own stinging insults. Stupid muscle head.
So when he was grabbed and thrown into the lockers, Van was caught off guard. The sound of his body hitting the lockers was loud and caused students in the area to look at them. Van whirled around to see Liam, his scowl dark. The backpack along with Van's headphones fell to the floor, forgotten, and Van closed the space between them to shove back at Liam.