The gas pedal had reached the floor of the car at this point. He understood exactly what she meant. That was all she had to say to motivate him. There weren't many crimes Sergio wasn't wiling to commit, but that right there. That was something he couldn't even imagine committing. How much of a low life did one have to be to do that to someone? His grip tightened on the steering wheel. His knuckles white. The only detail he couldn't get from the description Hannah gave him, was who was it done to. Her tone of voice, told him chances were it wasn't her, but someone she knew. Which was relieving in a way. "To who." His jaw clenched, as he didn't take his eyes off the road. He wasn't totally sure he wanted to know the answer to that, but just confirm it wasn't Hannah.

The tires squealed as he rounded the corner. The house just meters away. Sergio closed in on the distance, sloppily parking his car against the sidewalk. He shut the car off, glaring up at the house as he looked out his tinted window. Sergio didn't want to wait for an answer to his previous question. Without looking at Hannah, "Point him when you see him." From the looks of the cars parked out from, the asshole was having a little get together. Stepping out his car, Sergio cut through the grass. He pounded his fist on the door. He paced losing patience.

Giving a simple nod to her explanation was more than enough. If the jackass had the guts to file charges against him, it wasn't like one more charge was going to hurt him. Then again he wasn't all the well versed with the law. Letting Hannah lead the way, he scouted the area as well. Although, he didn't know what the guy looked like, it was more of instinct to do. Checking for exits and all. He did it everywhere he went. Even if he knew he wasn't going to be breaking the law. Hell, he could be eating dinner with his family and still check for exits. Call it paranoia, Sergio calls it cautious.

Hearing the simple word, his eyes followed Hannah's line of sight. His scowl deepened at the sight of the kid. They even looked grimy. "Stay here." He said quickly, as his jaw clenched once more. He pushed through, his eyes trained on his victim. He could hear a few protests by the people he was pushing around, but ignored them. Getting closer he spoke up, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Hey asshole!" Funnily enough the kid looked up. At least he knows his name. Sergio was already standing in front of the kid. He didn't waste a second longer, his dominant hand already swinging into their face.

The kid stumbled back immediately, obviously not expecting it. Sergio didn't hold back, or give the kid a chance to collect themselves. Landing a few more hits on them, he lifted them by the collar of their shirt. Slamming the up against the wall. Sergio could hear a few screams from their onlookers. The kid muttered something along the lines of, "I didn't do anything, dude! You got the wrong one." Sergio narrowed his eyes at that. "You know exactly what the fuck you did, pig." He gritted his teeth.

From the looks of it, the punk was too stunned to even hit Sergio back. Really only getting a few weak swings in, but never actually landing them. Pathetic. One should expect getting beat up like this when what you did gets out. Things along those lines, Sergio had zero tolerance for them. As many people did, but it wasn't like they were going to take things into their own hands. Sergio would gladly do it again. Game or not.

At the feeling of a hand on his shoulder, Sergio came back down to earth. His eyes still not leaving the asshole in his grasp. At Hannah's request, Sergio released the guy. Not before swing his leg into the guys knee. The guy yelled out in pain. Finally backing away, Sergio took his surroundings in. Many of the kids here weren't familiar. Probably from another school. He didn't doubt that they probably recognized him. If not before, then after tonight they'd remember him.

This time around, Sergio didn't have to shove people out of his way. The kids parted like the red sea, clearly wanting him to take his leave. Which he'd gladly do. Of course, not before snatching a bottle of hard liquor off the counter, as he passed the kitchen. Clearly the crowd was upset with him, or terrified. He couldn't tell, it was a mix of both. A smug look playing on his features. Sergio's eyes landed on Hannah the minute he was out of the house. Reaching her, he offered her the bottle, the smug look still plastered in his face. He winked, "Your turn." He walked over to the driver side and climbed in. About time the game took a turn.

The History teachers voice sounded like they were underwater as they spoke. Sergio was growing bored of the class rather quickly. Having only been seated there for about 20 minutes. The male lost interest quickly, it was a challenge for one to keep his interest. He twirled the pencil between his fingers, with much expertise. As if he'd done it for time and time again. The thing was, he has. It was a usual sight for him in school. The teacher kept going on and on about some historical moment for their country. Something Sergio didn't have much care for. Although, he probably should as he didn't have the highest grade in the class, but that was beside the point.

At some point, the teacher stopped and began passing out a sheet. Saying something along the lines of group projects. That would have been exciting as he'd choose his buddies, obviously. That was until the teacher mentioned assigned groups. Damn. It wasn't like he was going to do much work anyways. Most likely playing class clown, instead of doing any work at all. The teacher began calling out the names for the pairs. This project was to be completed by two people. Sergio began spinning the pencil faster between his skillful fingers.

A few students standing up and getting settled with their pair. Sergio heard his name being called, but zoned out when his partner's name was read off. He simply stayed rooted to his spot. Looking rather relaxed, leaned back against his chair. His gaze trained on the pencil dancing around his fingers.

(Sorry this sucks, I have writers block >.<)

At the sound of someone loudly dropping their bag next to him, he looked up finally. He let the pencil drop in his hand. Hannah. His brows pulled together, eyes narrowed. Of course, him and Hannah would be paired up. What was his luck today. He rolled his eyes at her comment, "I got better shit to worry about than some letters on a paper." He retorted. He scowled at the pages dumped into his lap. He cursed, grabbing a few pages and reading the titles. He shook his head, "This is bullshit." He grumbled.

The chances of Sergio listening to Hannah were close to zero. At some point he'd get distracted and fuck around. He didn't have it in him to do assignments and such. He also didn't really care for his grades either. Hell, he didn't care if he didn't graduate. He didn't plan on going to college or do any other schooling. In fact, he already had a plan for making a successful living. It wasn't exactly legal, but it would make him loads of cash, than any other job that was offered to him. So he wasn't going to waste his time.

"This is all part of the plan Hannah." He paused for a moment, to peak up at her through his lashes. "Plan: Make Hannah fall in love with me." He exaggerated his hands, as if he were presenting a power point. "Oh and piss Hannah off." Using the same pencil he had in his hand, he hit the power button on her laptop. Successfully, shutting it off. Quickly, he turned to his own work and began circling random phrases, words and such that he though seemed important. "You like this kinda shit right? So why don't you do this and I chill." He presented, as if it was a deal she couldn't pass up. Tossing the pencil on the desk, he leaned back in his seat and pulled his phone out. A few videos that came up on his feed, were of him beating the asshole black and blue. He scrolled past.